J.R Hunter Poems

The sun drifts down upon the trees
Like death creeping along the path of life,
For no introduction is needed,
As nothing could cause me more strife,
...

And when you are finally caught and questioned,
it is discovered, sadly, that you know
nothing of use. Your captors exchange glances, nod.
You are released in the freedom of some afternoon,
...

Inside the stove, he found
a passageway, leading to a set of stairs.
This caused him a great deal of worry
as well as elation and gladness of living.
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As the day wears thin,
many go on and think thoughts of loveliness.
Never once sparing a thought;
or even daring a grin
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A blameless vestal,
Love, without cause;
A poignant glance,
Spread throughout,
...