Uriah Hamilton

Uriah Hamilton Poems

We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet

I would give up drinking
To be drunk with your perfume
On a summer night
With the sea breeze singing

She was weeping when we met
Outside a party store
Where the lonely purchase their wine;
Her boyfriend had left her behind

I still find comfort
In the soft caress
Of the moonlight’s
Tender glow

Abandoned to sadistic streets,
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears

In my mind,
I value the Easter Sunday life:
The resurrection
Of the spring sunrise,

Look me up at 2: 00AM
When the last lonely bar has closed
And you’re drunk with sadness
And not with booze;

There is a twisting knife
In your disturbed unhappy mind,
Those who don’t understand you,
Tell you to pull it out,

In the valley of forbidden dreams,
I see my heart explode
At the feet of a Queen;
My pulse rate increases

I’m writing the poetry of fragile souls
Sitting quietly in the broken sunlight
Of hopeful but fleeting romance.

No one dares dream of beach houses
While walking on these dirty city streets
In the misty sullen rain
Where the children smile despite some new despair

A lone flower peaks
Out over the city
From a tenement roof.
She is speechless

We’re sauntering slowly
In the exciting evening
Exchanging a mystical kiss
Soft moonlight avenue bliss;

A cold day freezes
My desperate thoughts
In a lonely place.

I walked alone
In Ann Arbor last night,
But you were
With me again on South Main

A man follows an alluring woman
From a bookstore rendezvous
Through twisting streets
Of illicit passion;

I am naïve about relationships and kisses,
About the dreams that weave themselves
Around a fragile heart,
And I do not know how to protect

I have immense affection for poets,
Those desperate lovers who often lose
All vestiges of sanity in amorous pursuits.

Deserted by love
In the summertime,
I walk by the river
And speak to seagulls

Woman, you are the one who lingers
In my mind with aching tenderness,
But you are hidden in the distance,
Walking through the business world

Uriah Hamilton Biography

A writer in search of the right word combinations to capture beauty and truth. The trail of beauty he is following begins with King David watching a woman bathe across a rooftop and then fasting for a dying child, then to Walt Whitman making poetic long lines with Emersonian ideas while saluting prostitutes, then to Paul Verlaine shooting the young Arthur Rimbaud who flees poetry to run guns in Africa, somewhere beauty's face becomes more appealing in Emily Dickinson's bedroom than any other place until T. S. Eliot achieves perfection with Prufrock and then Allen Ginsberg Howls in conformist America while Jack Kerouac drinks in a lonely spiritual sadness, all before the advent of the beautiful gypsy Bob Dylan singing with the voice of righteous indignation. The elusive trail of beauty and truth must be followed if never satisfactorily found.)

The Best Poem Of Uriah Hamilton

A Different Sky Is Waiting

We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
As we slowly walk through the city,
But there must be a different sky waiting
Offering love and inspiration.

Beneath these yellow factory skies,
Even the street lights look sadly dim,
Like our spiritual light within
Blurred by an affectionless life.

Things began to change
When I met you in a small bar
Not far from the school where you teach;
I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
Easing out of your purse,
I knew we had to talk.

As we spoke over drinks
In the early evening,
I felt loneliness begin to lift
Like dark persistent clouds
Being pushed aside by sunlight,
As if Walt Whitman were sending us
Prayers mingled with lilacs.

Indeed, there is a different sky waiting,
Azure blue and dazzling,
Inviting flowers to bloom
On romantic avenues
When two people finally find each other.

In my mind I have already seen
You smile in a summer dress
Beneath a different sky welcoming our love.

Uriah Hamilton Comments

Rose Noir 05 September 2006

Uriah, I have been reading some of your verse. You have such a unique voice, your sensibility is original with flashes of brilliance.

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Sallie Howson 03 October 2006

just spent the evening meandering through your wonderful poetry..thank you

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Shannon Chapel 30 January 2006

Uriah, You have a resplendent spirit. Your beauty blinds us - illuminating the far reaches of our tortured souls to reveal the hope that cautiously lingers there. I've come to admire you as a poet and love you as a person. You have affected me in ways words cannot express, and this old heart will never be the same. I am honored and humbled to call you my friend. With much love and respect, Shannon

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Ebone' Ingram 19 August 2006

amazing barely begins to describe you. if you hadn't sent me that message, i would've never read your intoxicating words...now i'm addicted to your poetry...and i have about 250 more to read, so i guess i'll get that fix after all. :) oh, by the way, three or four of your masterpieces have magically appeared in my fav's list...mufufufufufuuu *evil laughter* you can read some of my stuff and see how bad it is compared to yours... see you around, eni da kid

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Mary Nagy 18 November 2005

Uriah, I have to comment again......I have grown to care so much for you! You are a treasure and I am so glad we've bumped into eachother here. I will always care about you and hold a special place for you in my heart. I hope you find happiness because I don't know anyone that deserves it more! Your friend always, Mary

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excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

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Winter 30 May 2014

Your beauty and your sweetness shines forth with each wistful lyric dear poet who is all the more magical for being a prince who only feels too keenly to think of himself as anything but a frog. It's the affliction of the creative.

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Ric D 24 April 2008

Uriah was a VG writer at age 11 from what I recall and has grown continually too this day. Glad to have had the pleasure of knowing such a quality person. He used to play guitar as well btw(SG) .

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Bell Song 26 June 2007

Undeniably the finest poet on this site.

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Jerry Hughes 13 January 2007

Uriah, you are writing as well as ever, if a bit sadly. Fondly, Jerry

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