Biography of Andy Greenwald
Hello. My name is Andy Greenwald. I'm 18 years old and I 've been writing poetry since I was 12. I also play guitar and write songs. I hope you like my poems. Thanks for visiting.
Andy Greenwald Poems
Was it I that rued to blame Yet remained in denial?
Burned by the utmost fire Of rotten desire, I find myself in awe. The pain of a liar
Love And Tragedy
Yes, I have loved with love that was more than love more than love, Drove myself mad with this love
My heart bleeds... Shadows of light from out the moon. Broken too soon
My Morose Rose
Up so high, in the growing sky Is the sun shining its rays. Yet dark clouds, this nightly crowd, Blocks the sun from praise.
As if by some divine design, I clearly give up on things, it seems Because life has given me its only sign, Of ridding me of my solemn dreams.
When Supremely My Idol Falls
When supremely my idol falls, While I purl down that aisle sadly, As I wish for Him to return to me, May I live at best that holy.
New To Me
All this love and all this glee Has always been new to me. And all this love was only for me.
But let all the life and heart of many Direct you not the easiest solution Given to my heart at vast Gain a knowledge of absolution.
As I watch with guilt and mellow drama I saw the end of my life's aspirations I begged and pleaded and grovelled For mercy at the sight of His hand.
Memories Too Soon Forgotten
'Keep the courage to give, And forever will you live.' She said so often Memories too soon forgotten.
Such A Sight
Such a sight for summer-stained eyes The cold breathes down my back Too cold for a warming ransack In a shelter where bears the truth's lies
Love Me Tenderly
Love me tenderly And love me sweet. For I have loved you Being my greatest feat.
Ah, the light. The bright light of dreams. Up above us all Given to us,
As if by some divine design,
I clearly give up on things, it seems
Because life has given me its only sign,
Of ridding me of my solemn dreams.
Life may be the greatest gift of all,
But at what cost must my mind diverge,
For life keeps me from standing tall,
Crippling me despite my heart and soul's converge.
In the thoughts of my self-pity,