A Poet’s Qualm

Category: Poems

  • First Frost’s Curse

    Fall is here and first frost’s near Winds and waters cool. The leaves they change, Red, yellow, or’ange And pranks are being pulled. The air so light, but full of delight All are having fun. Yet, in the woods, a whitetail pants Because he’s on the run. Powder burns the hunter’s nose—he blinks He missed…

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  • Writer’s Block!

    He waits, and waits, and waits to write. Blinding blankness does he fight. Trying hard to form the lines From jumbled messes in his mind. It’s here, then there, then gone too fast Not nearly long enough to last To travel mind to pen to pad and now the blankness makes him mad Far too…

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  • Proposal of Heart

    Love! O, Love—thine desire to be,Such as the craving of life,Is amplified by her, in me,And that she should be mine wifeMy ev’ry dream might come true.Should she answer my inquiry,As “Yes.”—that would do. Then would I take herFull in mine heart—Like limitless dewThat be-sets morning yard.But, unlike the dew, would flow,Even more than the…

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  • Atop A Rock

    Atop A Rock

    As I sit atop a rock I am filled with inner peace I am filled with a focused picture Though through the night I did not sleep It’s easy to sit here and wonder Does it all really revolve around me? But then I look around and realize The answer is plain to see, No.…

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  • Fayte

    A man, alone, sat in a room.His thoughts and his vision were blurred.For the action he longed for the most,To you, would seem so absurd. As he shook with discomfort,And trembled with fright,He thought of his whole life so far: The man wondered, “what if?”He wondered, “why not?”He wondered, “will I be missed?” The man…

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  • A Poet’s Qualm

    A poet’s qualm is a funny thing It’s a constant and persisting ring A wonder of a wandering mind That shed’s shreds of light On poets’ lives A poet’s qualm can be felt when read An understanding of misunderstanding one’s own head For often poets dream of love But also dream of tragedy And often…

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