Danny The Dreamer Boyd


Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems

121. Kiss 12/17/2015
122. Overplayed 12/27/2015
123. Spellbound 1/23/2016
124. Bulletproof 4/8/2016
125. Heartbreak Incarnate 4/29/2016
126. Devoid 6/7/2016
127. For The Love Of... Pizza 6/11/2016
128. Kiss, Again 7/6/2016
129. Nostalgia 1/4/2017
130. Fly 3/7/2017
131. Subway Stranger 5/5/2017
132. Speck Of Dust 5/10/2017
133. Passerby 5/16/2017
134. Jasmine 6/1/2017
135. Belonging 6/3/2017
136. The Other Guy 6/19/2017
137. Revelation 7/16/2017
138. Strangers By The Sea 7/24/2017
139. Claim 3/12/2015
140. How Many...? 3/17/2015
141. Hereafter 4/21/2015
142. Two 5/7/2015
143. Unsaid Goodbye 5/27/2015
144. Dispreferred Dreams 6/25/2015
145. At Sea 8/7/2015
146. Aftermath 8/8/2015
147. Unsound Bipolar 9/7/2015
148. Immortal 9/14/2015
149. Passerby Parody 9/28/2015
150. Aflame 10/16/2015
151. Ambivalence 10/19/2015
152. Forget 9/13/2017
153. Replay 9/24/2017
154. Ephemeral -new- 10/11/2017
155. One Step Too Far 4/23/2012
156. Angry 11/14/2014
157. Preacher 8/6/2013
158. The Flying Dutchman ' Lost In A Crimson Horizon ' 3/9/2012
159. Diaries Of A Schizophrenic Narcissist 4/24/2013
160. Long Lost Love ' This Ain'T A Poem, This Is Just A Sad Song ' 3/9/2012
Best Poem of Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Silent Watcher

I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.

It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.

I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.

But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious...

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Memories

Memories still lead us to lose our hearts;
And having lost all: we surrender our souls,
And render but nothing that may leave us apart:
In hope to once more set love as our goal.

Memories always slide into our lonesome minds;
And while we try not to, we wind up giving in,
And let them consume, and to the past us bind:
To have a glimpse of life and where it all did begin.

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