short poems (round 4) (old notebooks)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

the last of the short poems. enjoy!

To touch the silky acres,

To harvest unknown fruit

Of a hidden land imagined.


To gather all about me,

To mingle in the senses

Of a hidden land's delight.


I like the sound of the flowing water

When it slips by in the river.

I like the sound of a winter breeze

When it rustles through the trees.

I like them better when I'm with you

Exploring at our ease.


My mind is not connecting,

The pieces don't quite fit.

I find I need correcting

Just to make some sense of it.


The fog is getting thicker,

I'm apt to drift away.

The emptiness is quicker,

Hard to keep the hounds at bay.


Once again I stumble

Fairly tumble

Roll and bumble

Down the road.


Watch me as I'm humbled

Justly crumbled

Grisely mumbled

From my dreams.


I walk along a road at night

To be alone and think,

To try to soak up what just might

Be possible with you.


If I walk along this road,

Do I really think

That I can carry what I hold

While I stumble on the brink?


Darkness like a blanket

Awoke the mysteries

A sudden night of whispers

Like possibilities.


We held each other closer

Than we ever had before

I loved you in the darkness

More and more and more.


Submitted: July 21, 2011

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Mike Stevens

Seeing as how these are short poems, I'll give you a short comment: good!

Thu, July 21st, 2011 3:35pm


thanks mikey! i appreciate it!

Thu, July 21st, 2011 9:17pm


These are beautiful! Number Six is by far my fav, followed by Number Three. I'd like to say, it's a shame they aren't completed, but aren't they? I mean, they are wonderful as they are, what more could you add? The first stanza of #6 is chillingly beautiful. These must come to you in spurts of inspiration, they're too flawless to be planned. You're truly talented and this is an excellent showcase of that.
Small note: first poem: harvest instead of havest :)

Tue, August 9th, 2011 1:11pm


thank you, i'll go fix that right now. yes they do. and then i go back later and hardly recogize them as mine. (where in the hell did that come from?) thank you for being so nice.

Tue, August 9th, 2011 8:11am

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