John Hess Poems

Sitting on this porch, I look to the tree;
Standing there alone now, the only thing I see.
The cold of season changing, causing it to sway;
If it had a voice I wonder what it would say.
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Everything's different now, his heart won't mend;
for today of all days, he lost a best friend.
So he remembers her, a vision of beauty to behold;
dances across gently, during the winter's cold.
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Through the darkest day, past the morning's light;
He stands now alone, to tired to fight.
Tired from fighting, he drops to his knees;
Asking The Lord above, to hear his pleas.
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The night is dark and you are thought of,
Never forgotten and held above.
So much to say but afraid to speak,
My words held silent as I try to speak.
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I close my eyes, in the comfort of my dreams;
Walking through the land, next to the stream.
Here I sit, remembering the past;
Wondering how long, will my love for you last?
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There was a time that I would reach to you;
Half way met you would reach back too.
Longing for you I would lean in and kiss;
Lips to lips what a wonderful bliss.
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He stands at the edge, looking deeply below;
Sees nothing but darkness, despair starts to grow.
How did he come here, on this road of sorrow;
Standing at the edge, will there be a tomorrow?
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The days are gray and I wonder why;
Looking for ways, to say good-bye.
My path before me, so lonely it seems;
Remembering old times, I want to scream.
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When I wake, I think of you,
on my mind it's nothing new.
Kid myself, I dream and hope;
no other way, can I cope.
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Take it from me all you men out there,
a wife holds you heart;
So when sorrow hits and grief grips you,
you'll find that you are a part.
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