Mike Snow Poems

What does the word love
conjure in your mind?
Hearts, flowers, joy,
and does it make you blind?
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What fragile bauble
is my heart.
So freely given and,
so quickly, broken apart.
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Grey on grey,
and darkness comes.
Fearful feelings suffocate,
no light is seen.
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As we sit together, on
this still, warm, mystical, summer night,
warm and soft, how you women are.
Unfortunately, it is often true for you,
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My thoughts howling round my head,
like the storm raging outside the window.
Will I end like the tree,
ripped and smashed from earthly anchor?
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I could give you a flower,
Who’s beauty was never before seen.
But it would pale and die,
Next to the wonder of your being.
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Silk threads in an empty room,
dead man swings on a gallows boom.
Innocence is lost on the floor and torn,
like a sparrow skewerd on loves thorn.
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Oh silly are we lovers,
with foolish pride to heed.
That we would lose what precious is,
on some trivial deed.
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She is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Something hoped for to reach and bathe in,
but forever just out of reach for us normal mortals.
Now I am near the light and see
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I have never asked much,
From any in this life.
Not from friend, lover,
Enemy or wife.
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