Peter S. Quinn


Peter S. Quinn Poems

1281. Picture Poem #207 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1282. Riming Haiku #226 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1283. Picture Poem #208 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1284. Riming Haiku #227 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1285. Picture Poem #209 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1286. Riming Haiku #228 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1287. Picture Poem #210 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1288. Riming Haiku #229 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1289. Picture Poem #211 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1290. Riming Haiku #230 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1291. Picture Poem #212 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1292. Riming Haiku #231 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1293. Picture Poem #213 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1294. Riming Haiku #232 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1295. Picture Poem #214 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1296. Riming Haiku #233 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1297. Picture Poem #215 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1298. Riming Haiku #234 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1299. Picture Poem #216 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1300. Riming Haiku #235 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1301. Picture Poem #217 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1302. Riming Haiku #236 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1303. Picture Poem #229 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/30/2007
1304. Riming Haiku #302 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1305. Riming Haiku #303 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1306. Picture Poem #283 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1307. Riming Haiku #305 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1308. Picture Poem #285 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1309. Riming Haiku #306 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1310. Picture Poem #286 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1311. Riming Haiku #3067 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1312. Picture Poem #287 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1313. Riming Haiku #308 (From, This Is My Wasteland) 5/31/2007
1314. Unknown Soldiers Of Songs 6/4/2007
1315. Flowers Of Forgetfulness 6/4/2007
1316. Recall The Days Of Gone Past 6/4/2007
1317. Sonnet 46, Flowers Of Beauty... 6/4/2007
1318. The *uncomplicated Beginning Song 6/5/2007
1319. Word Playing Is Nothing Much 6/5/2007
1320. Sonnet 22, Be Seen By The Light 6/5/2007

Comments about Peter S. Quinn

  • Giuseppe Forte Soul (12/2/2018 4:03:00 PM)

    I read your poems and they are wonderful

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  • Peter S. Quinn (9/12/2018 6:36:00 PM)

    Haiku comes easy,
    it's a seasonal poem
    -with lots of shades in.

  • Valeriano Lou Dumlao (8/10/2018 8:04:00 PM)

    Can you help me to make haiku

  • Gurda (5/11/2018 3:28:00 PM)

    Hi I have a phew q about your life

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/7/2014 7:00:00 AM)

    nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (8/6/2009 8:06:00 AM)

    very beautiful imagination and illustration, i like your poems

  • Ruby Root (10/15/2006 7:51:00 PM)

    Hi Peter, Your poetry is beautiful. Really kind and gentle. You seem like a caring person.

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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