Peter S. Quinn


Peter S. Quinn Poems

801. Night Now Comes… Sonnet 2/2/2009
802. Winter Haiku... 2/2/2009
803. Light My Light 2/2/2009
804. True Love Runs Deep 2/2/2009
805. Winter Rime Haiku... 2/2/2009
806. In Still Purveyor (Haiku) 2/2/2009
807. Winter Is Here (A Song) 2/2/2009
808. We Were Boys - Sonnet 2/2/2009
809. Times - Sonnet 2/2/2009
810. The Truest Meaning - Sonnet 2/2/2009
811. My Love - Sonnet 2/2/2009
812. In My Own Way 2/6/2009
813. Love Freedom Song 2/6/2009
814. My Ordinary Song 2/6/2009
815. Drift With Me - Sonnet 2/6/2009
816. Aching To The Pleasure - Sonnet 2/6/2009
817. You Are Now 2/6/2009
818. Love Is - Sonnet 2/7/2009
819. Falling - Sonnet 2/7/2009
820. In The Center - Sonnet 2/7/2009
821. Every Word 2/7/2009
822. Every Heart 2/7/2009
823. Dawn Into The Blue 1/17/2009
824. Hurting 1/17/2009
825. A Time For Seeing 1/17/2009
826. Let Freedom Conquer 1/17/2009
827. Somewhere... 1/17/2009
828. Be Like Morning - Sonnet 2/7/2009
829. He Is A Real Mystical Man 2/7/2009
830. Let The Cold Be Outside 2/7/2009
831. Yesterdays Are Going By 2/7/2009
832. On The Horizon - Sonnet 2/7/2009
833. The Earth Of Fertile Blossom 2/7/2009
834. Near You Always 2/7/2009
835. There Is Always Someone (In Love) 2/7/2009
836. Broken (A Song) 2/7/2009
837. A Frosty Song 2/7/2009
838. I'M A Flower 2/7/2009
839. Landscapes... 2/7/2009
840. Bloom Upon A Mountain High 2/7/2009
Best Poem of Peter S. Quinn

Sad In Blue (A Lyric)

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blue

Into the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What's wrong and what's right
When shadows dwell and abide

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you

Into the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer ...

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All Things Must Past

All things must past what of day is here born
First it gives pleasure and then it is gone,
Like a glow from dawn's new rising pylon
Light of the day that to dark is forworn;
All what to fate is impaired and forlorn
Turning to echoes like fading carillon,
Forgot in darkness what once was of dawn
First it was merry - but now it is lorn.

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