Shiloh Thompson Poems

Galloping free
Together again
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On the lake where the waves were breaking,
There, upon the shore, walked a young girl,
The only figure on the endless sandy beach.
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I sit quietly upon the sand
Breathing
The air whooshing in and
Out
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Pondering thoughts I will never voice,
A strange paradox of loneliness and pain,
These feelings are here not by my choice,
But there is really nothing left to gain.
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Author's Note: 5 AM greasy spoon cafe writing. I feel like such a real writer now!

I hear the thunder roll,
Echoing in my heart,
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Rain streaking down the glass,
Racing towards the ground,
The glass standing steadfast,
Keeping out the wet and cold.
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Author's Note: Inspiration comes in many forms. Recently, I began nursing yet another broken heart given to me by one I thought loved me as more than a friend. Today, a close friend gave me a fortune from a fortune cookie. It stated:
'Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance.'
This is a poem about being a sincerely ignorant person in love.
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I wrote our names upon the sand,
But the tide came in and wiped them away.

I carved our names into an old tree,
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I can hear the river’s dance,
And the pounding of the drums,
The wind whistling through the trees,
And the waves crashing on the sand,
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Spiraling, deeper into the abyss of hatred
Out of control, gaining speed.
Reaching out, begging, pleading,
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