Edmund V. Strolis


Edmund V. Strolis Poems

161. Mind Games 2/23/2016
162. Heavy Weather 12/8/2015
163. Cab Noir 12/12/2015
164. Night Skate 11/27/2015
165. His Garden Children 11/19/2015
166. Spend Life's Coins Your Way 11/20/2015
167. Check Please...... 11/21/2015
168. The River's End 11/10/2015
169. The Exotic Maiden 11/11/2015
170. White Flag 11/14/2015
171. The Long Drive 11/10/2015
172. Tiny Thought 10/20/2015
173. John Lennon 10/7/2015
174. Crab Shells And Kipling 11/10/2015
175. Smelling Salts 11/13/2015
176. The Spirit Of Paris 11/17/2015
177. No Demon's Magic 1/7/2016
178. Abandoned Towers 2/14/2016
179. A Solitary Flame 3/7/2016
180. Toadstool Universe 1/10/2016
181. Home Again 1/26/2016
182. Poem~~~enough 3/19/2016
183. Green Eyes 8/6/2016
184. Mine Alone 3/3/2017
185. A Poem For My Mother 6/11/2017
186. Ninety Nine Percent 4/20/2017
187. That's Life 3/29/2017
188. Slithering Disease 4/8/2017
189. Spark Flint For Fire 8/7/2016
190. Before The Ferris Wheel Crashes. 8/10/2016
191. To The Woman 1/7/2017
192. Lost In The Moss 8/21/2017
193. Poemhunters And Poemgivers 7/8/2017
194. From Molecules To Mozart 1/9/2016
195. Message In A Bottle 11/22/2015
196. Merry Men Of Italy 4/12/2016
197. Sparkling Memories 4/16/2016
198. With The Nourishing 8/26/2017
199. Honky Tonk Barn Dance 8/29/2017
200. Beneath The Spires 2/17/2017

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 ...

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The Long Shadow

Now with possessions so few, hoisted and bundled on wagons secure.

The measured remains still too many, to flee from the thunder of war.
His family their faces so tired, will need all their strength to endure.
As westward they travel the miles, can life ever be like before?

Goodbye to the bench in the garden where she joyfully accepted his hand.
Farewell to the arch in the hallway with holes where the mistletoe hung.
No more will he stop at the long gate that led to

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