Edmund V. Strolis


Edmund V. Strolis Poems

1. The Path 10/4/2015
2. The Jib 10/4/2015
3. The Wanderer~ 10/4/2015
4. The Veil 10/4/2015
5. The Gypsy 10/6/2015
6. The Tender Ember 10/23/2015
7. Pondering Poe At Ravenshead 10/24/2015
8. The Sunflower's Song 11/9/2015
9. The Grace 11/14/2015
10. Mr.Magoo 11/15/2015
11. Mayor Of Island Towne 12/10/2015
12. Blurry Bumblers Buzzing 12/10/2015
13. Glistening Halos 12/11/2015
14. Night Bells 12/13/2015
15. The Key 12/17/2015
16. A Chickadee's Philosophy 12/20/2015
17. Own The New Year 12/24/2015
18. Green Team 2/11/2016
19. Sixteen Hours In 2/11/2016
20. Give Me The Italian Family 2/11/2016
21. A Day In The Life 2/12/2016
22. When We Met For Tea 2/14/2016
23. Ms.Tarr And Professor Feather 2/16/2016
24. The Wait 2/20/2016
25. Hail Good Coachman 3/6/2016
26. Jimmy Stewart With Muscles 3/12/2016
27. True Grit 3/12/2016
28. Mike's 54 Dream Machine 3/12/2016
29. Stone Palettes 3/27/2016
30. American 4/10/2016
31. Shake Them Blues 5/3/2016
32. Grecian Inspiration 7/16/2016
33. Martian Hobo 7/16/2016
34. Sighing Ghosts And Orphaned Dreams 7/23/2016
35. Blue Meanies Spinning 7/25/2016
36. The Love Drunk Bohemian 10/9/2016
37. Looping Lemmings 4/2/2017
38. Werdz 4/8/2017
39. Don't Mess With A Lazy Human Being 4/14/2017
40. What Dr. Seuss Knew 4/17/2017

Comments about Edmund V. Strolis

  • Norah Tunney Norah Tunney (4/7/2017 3:54:00 PM)

    I wish I could write like Edmond Strolis original, imaginative and brilliant he is one of my favorite poets on PH.
    Poems such as seeds of wonderment a tin cup lifeor a pair of shoes open a door into the heartbreaking beauty of the most simple things.
    His sense of rhyme does not constrict it opens a wide space which is a rare gift. He is a deep thinker, a mystic, an amazing poet who draws you in to the essence of things. I agree with Theodora he is a delight to read.

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  • Theodora Onken (5/9/2016 9:53:00 PM)

    Edmund, now i see what i have been missing...love your stories...and yes, your intelligence. You have the makings of a brilliant modern day poet. This site is very large and it tends to swallow many up but have been digging around and am glad because i found you! You are such a delight to read.

  • Terry Dawson (2/14/2016 10:37:00 AM)

    Here is a poet and storyteller, both, who unfolds his tales with a marvelous clarity of view and a boldness of stroke that carries the reader along enraptured! Full of freshness and novelty; Great work Edmund!

  • Pamela Sinicrope Pamela Sinicrope (11/19/2015 9:17:00 AM)

    Edmund is a poet with equal doses heart, intelligence, and passion. He conveys all of these characteristics in his writing, which spans a spectrum including, but not limited to: experimentation with language and imagery, childhood memories, love and nature, and AMAZING character portraits. Some of my favorites are his writings about Teddy Roosevelt, his mother, and what originally pulled me in: the cool side of the pillow, a tribute to a boyhood summer. I am a fan of Edmund and his work. BRAVO EDMUND!

Best Poem of Edmund V. Strolis

Edgar Allan Poe

They all wash over me with pitying eyes, they think that I don't see.
Yet they are only crude jagged faces on the canvas of my dreams.
Empty their wishes float, as they seem to pray my safe return.
How can they know the fever that within this prison burns.

For what is this sinister slow waltz to hell without my sweet Lenore?
My wish which any fool can guess, I must be with her once more.
How my heels find their way to that vacant tomb beyond the bedroom door.
Now I curse the promise of that desperate hour! not to join my love Lenore.

Hooves over ...

Read the full of Edgar Allan Poe

The Yellow Cup

Her tiny hands held the mug, fingers traced each crack and scrape.
Twas rare to find it out of sight for two moments in a day.

Worn was the handle, near vanished the rose, a mere hint of pink inlaid.
but the cup of yellow still held its' brilliance, as if by angels made.

Was it true the story of a mother lost and the depth of her dear sorrow?
Empty cup waiting for a yesterday, yet too full to hold tomorrow.

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