GREENWOLFE 1962
GREENWOLFE 1962 Poems
When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.
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A friend to light a candle
When darkness overcomes.
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums.
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In all worthwhile endeavors,
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
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Of all the lessons learned in life
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.
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I sat in a circle of angels.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.
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Twas once upon a time I stood
Nearby the sounding sea.
By the man, who loved the maiden.
Beautiful, Annabel Lee.
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I burned them all to ashes,
The things you used to say.
I guess you didn't write them down,
So you'd avoid this day.
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I set myself a task today,
To write of pain in rhyme.
Of the love I lost so long ago,
Remembered for all time.
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Oh Lara, let me tell you
If I may, this one more time,
How much I really love you,
In poetry and in rhyme.
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She's the darling of the woodland,
And I seek her endlessly.
In the mountains fields and meadows,
Searching every bush and tree.
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Now everybody needs to find love somehow
When somehow, theirs may die or pass away.
I know that while it may seem gone forever,
Somehow, they'll find true love again one day.
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'Gee, you're looking good today'.
I said as I looked down.
He winked a bit and slightly smiled,
But never made a sound.
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My Old Friend
Well old friend, it's come to this,
As I thought it might someday.
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I mark the road before you,
As I do every day.
I'm sure you've never noticed
My signs along the way.
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The love that fate, in humor,
May grant a younger heart.
Will keep it pure and wholesome,
Though It's been torn apart.
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I made a mark beside her name,
Just trying to keep score.
If she keeps talking on, I thought,
She'll earn herself some more.
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You kissed my knee so softly then
And pressed it to your breast.
And then you turned your head to me
And laid it there to rest.
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I saw you prancing in the dark.
You seemed to have such joy.
My father brought you home that day,
And said you weren't a toy.
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I write today of living,
My years of loving you.
I take note of my passing,
A milestone, one or two.
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I have not lived my life alone
Lonely though I be.
I'm satisfied, just as I am,
To share the world with thee.
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GREENWOLFE 1962 Biography
I was inspired to write poetry after seeing the movie 'Dr. Zhivago', I wrote my first poem in 1970. Influenced by the poetry of William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, and Edgar Allan Poe; I am one of the few writers in the era of modern poetry who writes in the form I call 'rhythm and rhyme'. After waiting more than 30 years for 'THE GIFT' of poetry to arrive, I sat down at the age of 54 and wrote for the first time with the ability to say what I wished to say in the way I had long wished to say it. In the next 18 months or so I wrote nearly 180 poems. Today, I am still an unknown and may be called 'an emerging poet' but my style is not new to the readers of poetry. This gives me a natural following among the readers of poetry. I hope and believe it will grow as more readers are exposed to this particular popular style. I write my poetry to please the readers in every way. I write to entertain, to inform, and to emotionally involve the reader in the experience of love and life in all its aspects. And I try to do this in a way that makes the reading of my words enjoyable for all. For those who wish to learn more about me, they may do so by simply typing my name on their web search engine. Type Greenwolfe (open space) 1962. This will give you a host of options. Including fans, blogs, and my space and others.)
The Best Poem Of GREENWOLFE 1962
I'll Die Loving You
When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.
As I sit alone and pray
And cling to love so true,
I'll hope to see you once today
As I'll die loving you.
When I see the stars at night,
I wonder if you do.
And hope they have us both in sight
As I'll die loving you.
When I take my final rest,
This day, if life is through;
I'll thank the Lord I lived so blessed
That I died loving you.
GREENWOLFE 1962 Comments
I just want to say that your work inspires me to want to write just to your level, I find you are an excellent writer.I enjoyed it very much.I am new to writing as I just discovered I have a little talent a few months ago.I found my small talent on myspace.Look me up we can be friends on myspace Myrtle Thomas
I can really say the you are among my favorite poets on PoemHunter.You are a true Master Of The Rhyme and you capture emotions so strongly in your words-I can actually hear a heart break or sense an epiphany-tens and many stars! ! ! ! !
Greenwolfe, you are very good! ! I read your 'PAIN' poem. Wow...... That's all I can say. Thank goodness you have a lot of poems posted. I can just go through each one. Keep it up! !
I don't know if you know, but we message each other before because 20 year old girl critized your poem called the oak tree lol. Anyways I read some of your poems and you still moved me with emotions and thoughts. Continue to write your piece to capture the audience sir. Keep it up! ! ! !
He is one of the best poet I've ever read....Read his work and you'll never get disappointed.
Great write.. his poems are thoughtful, yet simple.. he understands the power of simplicity.. he is a teacher to me.
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6/3/2023 9:44:03 AM # 1.0.0.1113
I am not trying to be cruel or mean though I undoubtedly might, but you really need to work on your sound. I wrote things like this when I was in the 5th grade, though admittedly, a little less verbose and often with not so much subject matter at my disposal, but quite similar in simplicity. I enjoy your subject matter, but unless your audience is an assembly of the world's 4th graders, please spice it up a little, at least vary your line structure a little. You say you've read Shakespeare and Dickinson, but you're too uniform. Remember that on of the best parts of writing formal poetry, is breaking form to add import or delay understanding from line to line. Without variation, people might (as I admittedly had to fight doing out of respect to you) skip to the end or stop reading entirely. However, as a poet you have every right to continue in any way you wish. I just couldn't continue reading your work without at least voicing this. I really do enjoy the content. A fan (albeit, a critical one)
My audience is an assembly of 4th graders. The great mass of humanity does read at a 4th grade level. Why would I write only for the 5% of academics who would never read my poetry anyway?