Cody Simpson Poems
- (to Be Read While Listening To...
- The Waxwing Slain The unseeing waxwing which once was ...
- Beyond Death... I often wonder what is beyond life. Is there...
- The Drunken Wood On we rode through winters long, snows ...
- Our Good King We gave him a crown, And with nary a frown, ...
- Apology For Past Loves All my years I regret The women I ...
- The Spirit O, wonderful spirit! Have you come to inspire ...
I'd like to think I've been a poet for a long time, although that's debatable. At any rate, I'm a writer of many things: fiction, essays, philosophy, and obviously poetry. I hail from southeastern Missouri, a section of the world that not suprisingly doesn't produce many poets. I'd like to think that my work is fairly mature for a twenty-two year old, but I guess time will tell on that matter. ... more »
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(to Be Read While Listening To Beethoven’s “moonlight Sonata”)
Blue and empty,
The night devoid of you.
I speak to other worlds
In my walks beside the lake.
The blue, blue waters are crystal clear,
A deep velvet blue in the twilight.
She is gone,
Another world an eternity away.
No longer will our starry nights end
With goose bumps all around,
No rush to the house to get warm
Beneath wool blankets pulled high.
The pond where the ducks swim
Is deserted at night.
A feeling of something lost
Strikes me, guilt of things undone.
The streetlights give a faint glow
To the nocturnal ...