Daniel's Personal Poetry Page
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More of my poetry will be posted in the future.
The lines below seperate each piece.
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Have my eyes seen not but of true love,
As none have ever shown?
Has my heart shown not but the purest of love,
Through every faithful stone?
Had I ever seen a light,
Yet not of me in every living color?
Does true love overwhelm me so?
Do colors blind my eyes to know
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‘Twas the summer of my discontent,
And the clouds appeaed,
A piercing of my crulest heart,
That none had ever smeared
Oh shame but shame
True shame shalt blame
Hang low yet be tame,
Let pride and glory be thy reign
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Alone here,
I wait
By the fire here,
I wait
Your soul is like a vast ocean,
It keeps on moving with fate and devotion
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You are in and out with the constant tide,
You are birds chirping and flowers blooming,
You are sunshine whose rays take a magical ride,
You are evening where starlight beams are looming
You are raindrops of beauty that have instantly died,
You are the sky when the thunder is booming,
You are not the one that has always lied,
You are of the truth that is ever-consuming
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Much too often,
Have I seen the dark of night by day;
Children bleeding in the streets,
For not one reason but hate
Much too often,
Have innocent people died;
Carresed by the ghost of Hitler,
And being led to his bed of madness and disease
Much too often,
Have I witnessed peace be disregarded-thrown away;
And being of so called sound mind and soul,
Some would rather kill then live by their own force of will
And much too often,
Have I seen girls cry;
Our lovers and friends
...It’s too early to die
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Your eyes,
How they do shine,
In most glorious of times;
And none,
Have ever shone,
As that of any truthful rhyme;
For life and verse go hand in hand,
Yet do beeseech each other;
A kiss is truer then a poem,
It is but one over the other
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With wavy blond hair glistening in the bright morning sun,
And a smile brighter then any sun drenched sea,
With no one but me to call hun,
I shall find her,
Indefinantly
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I envy you,
My friend;
For falling,
In such beauty;
For she,
Who loves you back
I envy you,
My friend;
For molding a soul,
In such fine complextion;
For her fire,
Of which cannot be contained
I envy you,
My friend;
For finding eyes that reflect the moon,
And hair that speaks of raindrops;
A voice in place of Angels,
That have too often heard her speak
I envy you,
My friend
What’s more,
I envy true love
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How do I love thee?
When will I love thee?
Where birds cry out,
Where eagles soar;
Where doves get their wings,
And sorrows' no more;
When skys' sparkle down from above,
Only then shall I know I am in love
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True love is as a flower,
Sweetness petrudes the light,
Engulfing only itself,
Through things but misery and hate.
Will I still love thee?
Shall I still love thee?
Yes but how?
By my own honor shall I move forward,
And seek the heart surrounding mine.
Thy soul clenches a holy stone,
In faith do I live by honor,
By truest forms of love,
As the purest taste,
Of any sweet bearing fruits
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Of all things lovely,
Romancing thy heart,
Like clashing lovers grow weary,
Surpassing thee,
And crying out in rising pains.
Life petruding thy corridor's like scavengers,
And observations of bleeding souls,
Thou seeks revenge,
For romancing thy heart,
Of all things lovely
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Have I never seen a face so lovely,
As that of an angel in full flight?
Yes, even better, once in my life.
Petrudes through the darkness,
Shining her light only once,
Waking only her admirer.
And it cannot, and will not be dimmed.
It is a love of a thousand acres,
Only enhancing the sunlight it reflects off of.
My own true love, my own romance.
His own true love, his own romance.
Her own true love, her own romance.
And their own true love,
Their own romance
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These next three poems are dedicated to the victims of the school shootings in Jonesburo, Colorado,
Canada, and Georgia. No one deserves to suffer through such horrifying and devastating
travesty’s. To all those who died, you shall never be forgotten. And to everyone else, we love
you all. May your stars shine brightly, now and forever.
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Stars,
How they dance in the moonlight,
They brighten above us,
Like lovers in full flight
Stars,
Look down on us tonight,
And greet our trembling souls,
As silence petrudes light
Stars,
Let go your love,
Your fiery light,
And grant us peace,
Through endless nights
Stars,
Your light shines on,
Through hands of time,
And far beyond
And if we die,
As new stars wake,
Their voice shall calm,
Our souls to take
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The serenity of years gone by,
The peacefulness of ones dead eye,
The happiness of saying goodbye,
The feelings of guilt deep inside
The longing of a violent game,
The torture of yourself in pain,
The eyes of youth scream out in shame,
The night shall look on who’s to blame
The faithfulness of a lover’s eye,
The darkness of another’s goodbye,
The happiness that someone might die,
The serenity of years gone by
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I dreamed a dream of pure emotion,
Chocked full of spirit and devotion,
I dreamed a dream that would not last,
Like it had settled in the past
I dreamed a dream that we were free,
And mother nature was let be,
I dreamed a dream that would not see,
That knew reality conquered me
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Has my love,
Never held thy holy soul;
Has a dove,
Been clouded with a lofty toll;
Seen above,
But not disturbed,
It purifies the empty hole;
Yet lustful hymms do clash thy heart,
That holds the heavy toll
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If beauty does not lift thy soul,
If lust does not contain my whole,
If feelings overwhelm me so,
If mine beseeches me to know,
If glass shatters thy leather boe,
If destiny cracks thus I shall go,
If love is lost then shall I know,
If ‘tis a stream shall never I row
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Is thou not darker than thy darkest night,
Or prettiest towards thee higher light;
Is thou more temperent a summer’s day,
‘Tis flowers touch afar astray;
Is thou admist fire to darken thy soul,
Yet lustful hymms do sooth thy whole
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Never hath such eyes,
Contained thy holy soul;
Far beauty left within,
Mine own beseeech me so;
Amist thy precious hymm,
‘Tis power towards no more;
Love hath struck thy limb,
Hense thy untold hymm
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Water,
Drink of life;
Water,
Creator of life;
Like love,
A self-healing medicine;
Water,
Living water,
Come flow through my soul
Water,
I’m a river,
Flowing through life,
As it does on to me
My heart’s been thirsty so long
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Water,
That quenches our soul;
Water,
How we love thee;
Water,
Looking in to the eyes of reflections;
Water,
Staring towards the eyes of our weaknesses
Water,
And the living shall live;
Water,
And the dying shall live;
