Samuel Richard Leonard Poems

Am i a Hero, walking among the weak?
Is it only compliments that i seek?
How great am i if i cannot take critique?
Am i a Hero, or am i one of the meek?
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Sleep now creeps upon my wake;
pressing me until I surely break.
Why do you evade me when I call?
Why in my wake do you press me to fall?
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Sprouts of summer now discolored
forever fade and break from jade.
The singing sun swings low for fun
where blue turns gray, and green doth fade
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You don't know
this kind of sorrow;
How it feels to lay so silent
all through the night.
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Like the wind, it fades.
Although, somedays
it grows stronger
or lasts longer,
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I was riding along, rusty on the rusting track.
Looking to my side I saw thousands of lives
and flashing by I didn't but bat an eye.
ohohoho the thought chills my back.
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I like the way the air rests while the sun is set just out of sight;
dense, and sleeping still, it brings about dew of spring laid in the night;
it walks in first light of the sun.
Pollen and dust dance sublime amidst sounds of chimes ambling so gay.
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Such radiance gleams in the beam of your smile
I cannot stand to stop before one more mile.
What am I to do when the waves of your hair
dare me to compare them to the sun so fair
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I desire to inquire about the trees;
why only when they turn gold do they fall?
Does pulchritude weigh upon them as a disease?
Amidst their peak why would they withdraw?
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