David Zvekic Poems

I drifted off throughout that night,
My breath held deep in thrall to art
With words I felt but didn't write -
They fled my pen; I couldn't start.
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The more ways I find to express my love,
The more I love you, and the better for love,
And more: What more than seek such ways to it;
Expressing love (and therefore to do it) .
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I dared to know a forbidden mind,
Innocence imprisoned in darkness,
One soul trapped beneath fear, in irons,
A kindred spirit bent beyond reason,
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There once was a lazy poor poet,
But indignant she didn't quiet know it.
Just one bad review,
And her blood turned all blue,
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I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile,
And found without its light my life now feels
That I have squandered love; It takes a while
Before faith's misconception hurts as real.
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Of all words ever said before,
Of all the knowledge known,
Of all the theories held before,
And all that I've been shown;
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What is this place called life? That lonely thing
Which cruelly wipes out dreams that beings bring?
How then to persevere in living when
These all are doomed: the lives of beasts and men?
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If I for failure owe some higher price
Than kind, to quell love's thirst and passion's cost,
I say, I'd pay it gladly over twice,
For this, my first love's kiss, that I've since lost.
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Leave me where the snows will fall;
I'll lay myself a bed beneath
the stars; I'll listen to the wind
and sing my sorrows to the seas.
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Oh! Shut my brain; Don't make me feel
  my pain, your pain, you've made it real.

You've tied down hope; I'm half as tall,
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