Francois Hoon

Rookie - 0 Points (18 January 1982 - / Pretoria, South Africa)

Francois Hoon Poems

1. Departure 5/10/2007
2. One Night 5/10/2007
3. The Rose 5/10/2007
4. A Lake, Mountains, And Three Volcanoes 6/14/2007
5. Young Girl 8/9/2007
6. Talaat Harb Street 4/2/2008
7. O Life Divine 4/2/2008
8. Closing Door And The Distance To Pain 4/2/2008
9. Predator’s Prey 4/2/2008
10. Servants Of Futility 9/6/2008
11. The Lost Of Romance 9/6/2008
12. Search For The Divine 9/23/2008
13. The Drifter Fly 1/5/2009
14. Beach Of Beauty 1/9/2009
15. Love 1/14/2009
16. Woman 5/10/2009
17. It’s Almost Past Twelve And I Have No Words 6/24/2009
18. Ellipsis... 9/30/2009
19. In A Small Dark And Gloomy Town 9/30/2009
20. Riverstars 5/8/2007
21. Soaring Light 5/8/2007
22. Ember Nights 5/8/2007
23. Island Blue 5/8/2007
24. The Place 5/9/2007
25. Longing 5/9/2007
26. Drops 5/9/2007
27. Direction 5/9/2007
28. Joy! 5/9/2007
29. What 5/10/2007
30. Crust 5/10/2007
31. Sorrow 5/10/2007
32. Broken Wood 5/10/2007
33. Sequitoris Tates 5/10/2007
34. Twisted Night Thought 5/10/2007
35. Hollow 5/10/2007
36. Snowflakes 5/10/2007
37. Manstreet 5/10/2007
38. Grey 5/10/2007
39. Twilight 5/10/2007
40. Beach 5/10/2007

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Best Poem of Francois Hoon

A Thousand Lights From A Mountain

Here I stand
In darkness of uncertainty
On the edge of a cliff in the middle of a night
A cool breeze is chilling my spine
As I look beyond on a golden shine

Behind me in the dark a forest broods
A darkness as such menacing my mood
It’s coldness and frightening solitude
Impressing on my mind
As if a force compelling me away

As I stand I feel the gravel ‘neath my feet
Crunching loosely as I shift my weight
An unstable base if I were to leap
As one or two pebbles slips,
And drops from the steep

I feel the pull
The darkness closely ...

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Soaring Light

O pain of the poem where are you now
To inspire, to conjure my words of passion
Emotions so bare, so preciously full
To flood out the lines that stirs the soul

As the poet they say doth need the pain
To utter his soul on paper plain
My soul longs for You and is quenched it’s thirst
Even the pangs of a love aloof make not my passions burst

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