Achim Wollscheid

Rookie (10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

Achim Wollscheid Poems

41. Firm Reality 6/22/2010
42. Simple Evaluation List 6/22/2010
43. Imitator 7/12/2010
44. Ends Begin 7/12/2010
45. Love Has Grown 7/24/2010
46. Pitfall 8/9/2010
47. Oh, Conquest 8/15/2010
48. Assiduous Daydreamer 8/16/2010
49. My Restart 8/24/2010
50. The Place I Hate 8/24/2010
51. Von Der Mama 8/24/2010
52. New Sea 8/30/2010
53. Happiness In Every Circumstance 9/1/2010
54. Rebirth Of The Dead At Heart 9/13/2010
55. Baton Race 10/9/2010
56. Music Dies Too 10/24/2010
57. Past Disappointments 11/2/2010
58. Darkness 11/3/2010
59. Squanders Of Love 11/15/2010
60. A Defending Bee 12/1/2010
61. Forbidden Fruit 3/14/2011
62. Emotions: All That I'Ve Got 3/19/2011
63. Soiled Towels 5/5/2011
64. New Love With New Suffering 4/11/2010
65. Suddenly 4/11/2010
66. Windows 4/19/2010
67. What's A Fiction 5/4/2010
68. Why The Moment Of Life? 5/12/2010
69. Power Of God 5/13/2010
70. Temptations 5/15/2010
71. The Shrinking Barrier 5/26/2010
72. A Morning's Fear 5/29/2010
73. Kids, Grow Up 5/29/2010
74. Mother's Love 5/19/2011
75. Strangled And Stranded 5/23/2011
76. Falter 6/20/2011
77. Such People, Hopeless As I 6/20/2011
78. Was I Ever A Friend? 6/20/2011
79. Look, See? 6/21/2011
80. Better 7/2/2011

Comments about Achim Wollscheid

  • Kristoffer Randolf Ramos (6/12/2010 11:49:00 PM)

    One of my favorite poet of this days

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  • Kristoffer Randolf Ramos (6/12/2010 11:48:00 PM)

    One of my favorite poet of this days

Best Poem of Achim Wollscheid

Every Dying Color Lays In The Street

Fall is damned!
Every leaf of every tree sheds
as the balding of a man's head.
The pigments are beautiful,
but they're trampled on the ground:
the oranges, yellows, reds and browns!
My eyes find the most horrendous thing;
children plummet into the heaps
that I submissively raked up yesterday.
Each day in Fall I wake from a torpid nature.
It pains my limping limbs;
the eyesore of many gardening tools.
Why can it not be the time of fresh new ways?
When the weather is warm and replenishing
like the admirable season, Spring.
Always, around this ...

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My Heart's Resting Place

i found my heart resting
in another's heavy hands
it was kept always gently
so as not to easily break
i was feeling excitement
that it had all gone away
the injury had dissappeared
as an inhabitant
in a remote place

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