Saiom Shriver Poems

Fellow poet,
your words flow
through my heart
leaving a sparkling
...

What is a man
wanting called?
A woman wanting
they call
...

The loving
mother cow
has adopted
the foundling
...

As echoes
are sheltered
and chambered
in caves
...

Behold
with his bold
strokes of gold
the sun of old
...

Shakespeare gives
Venus eyes of gray
but Love has
myriad hues
...

With ceaseless love
the ocean laves
the quiet dark
carved rock caves
...