Rhys Owens

Rookie (7 July 1982-? ? ? ? / Riddle)

Rhys Owens Poems

1. Darkish Fragmented Swamp Life Arabesque Moves 9/7/2012
2. Lethe 9/7/2012
3. On The Tree That Was Cut Down 9/8/2012
4. The Platonic Waitress 9/8/2012
5. It's Not Very Good But I Like It 9/8/2012
6. Guest Room At The Old Persons' House 9/8/2012
7. Oracle 9/8/2012
8. Sky And Earth 9/8/2012
9. Blue Moon 9/8/2012
10. Secrets 9/8/2012
11. Children Of Man 9/8/2012
12. Nervous Cough 9/13/2012
13. Building A Nest Much More Complicated 10/2/2012
14. In Promise 10/17/2012
15. Zooey 10/17/2012
16. Christy's Sleep 8/23/2012
17. Tongs 8/23/2012
18. Text Messages 8/23/2012
19. Tomorrow Is October For Me Too 8/23/2012
20. I Turn The Bar Codes Away From Me 8/23/2012
21. Alternative 8/23/2012
22. The Mad 8/23/2012
23. Guinevere 8/23/2012
24. Night Terrors 8/23/2012
25. The Female 8/23/2012
26. Laugh Of The Just 8/23/2012
27. A Dozen Plateaus 8/23/2012
28. Olivia In The Rain 10/19/2012
29. Narcissists In Love 10/23/2012
30. Eight Years 12/24/2012
31. 21 12/24/2012
32. An Abduction 12/24/2012
33. A Phone Away From The Computer 8/23/2012
34. Beyond 8/23/2012
35. Evolving 8/23/2012
36. To Hart Crane 10/17/2012
37. Food Stamps 8/23/2012
38. Body Count 8/23/2012
39. White Man's Burden 12/24/2012
40. White Tulip 8/23/2012
Best Poem of Rhys Owens

White Tulip

Freezing, alone, a girl within herself tends the ground;
Knowing the water does nothing but freeze, till around
The turn of the year, winter gives way to spring again,
Where cold, distant ice sees to mending; flowers begin
To grow; their petals moist with rain, and tears, left over
From cruel storms bold enough to haunt this cold December.

A hope in Hell, for those that still have the strength to dream
Of Heaven here on what seems to be a barren earth.
Opening her mouth, she still could not muster a scream,
And could not bear the memory of love's distant ...

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White Tulip

Freezing, alone, a girl within herself tends the ground;
Knowing the water does nothing but freeze, till around
The turn of the year, winter gives way to spring again,
Where cold, distant ice sees to mending; flowers begin
To grow; their petals moist with rain, and tears, left over
From cruel storms bold enough to haunt this cold December.

A hope in Hell, for those that still have the strength to dream
Of Heaven here on what seems to be a barren earth.

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