T. R. Crissian
Biography of T. R. Crissian
I have always loved writing and would love to have my books published as well as my poems. If they can not be published then why not put them on the internet so that other people can read and enjoy them too? I hope you like my poems. I try to put as much feeling in them as is in my power and imagination!
T. R. Crissian Poems
The rain falls, The rain drips, The rain drops, The rain is like a small waterfall.
Dance With Me
Come! Dance with me my love, my dear one, Let us spin away the moonlit night together, Let the moonlight get the best of us till we see the sun, Let the stars reflect in your eyes bluer than ice,
this inst really a poem but all the same i hope you like it. The world about me is in a river of darkness,
Memories Of Tragic (To Tessa And Isabell...
My dear Tessa and my dear Isabella, The days are cold and wintry, I sit by the fire and think of summer days, When it would rain and we would run outside and get drenched head to toe-
Once lived a crazy story, About a crazy little girl named Tory, Who accidentally got locked up in Wal Mart. So now I tell you of her smarts,
Merry Christmas everyone! I just wrote this poem today (Christmas Eave) Enjoy the new poem....
She's a master of lies, Her feelings are never betrayed in her eyes, She lives many different lives, Such an actor,
The Black Rose
A young woman lives in a castle, A princess of royalty, She has a caring and loving heart, She is a woman of devoted loyalty,
The electric rays of the sun have faded away, All the light and colors gay, Have faded from the withering day.
The wind blows hard and fierce, The wind is cold and frightfully bold, It shrieks and sings, No matter how high or low,
I wrote this poem shortly after reading the book 'The Legend of Luke' by writer Brian Jacques. (Very inspiring book.) Waters rush,
Wind Hath Taken
I wrote this poem shortly after reading The Highway Man Poem. On her bed she lay, Breathing ever slow; soon to stop,
The Weeping Willow
Wind blows ore the valley and rushes through trees, It never stops, It blows and whistles by, It sings such a song of beauty it will make you cry.
A Lost Secret
Through the night the wind blows cold, Ore the mountains and fires old, It rushes through lost and forgotten, Cavern roads till the break of day that casts a spell that rings like a ringing bell.
The Arabian Beauty
It gallops across the sunny slopes,
The grass so green on this little hill,
As it plunges into a field of flowers below,
The wind blows strong,
As if to say, ' Come my friend, frolic all day! '
It rears it's head, and tosses it mane,
It's muscles rippling like the surface of a lake,
This horse is a hard one to tame.
It's speed is like lightning flashing across a