by Michael Tyler
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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Smiles come not easy to my lips
When I think upon thoughts
And left in the past.
Joy visits not my heart
When I consider feelings
In the wake of distant memories.
Fear grips not my soul
When I confront dangers
In the shadows of my life.
Cold touches not my hand
As bony fingers grasp
Light banishes not the darkness
When I seek that distant night
Astride death's pale horse.
Author Michael Tyler
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|Reviewed by David Thompson
|And you say you're no poet, Michael? Give me a break. Please! This is awesome indeed. I only wish I had this kind of talent.
David Lee Thompson
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
WOW! This poem is AWESOME!
deep treasures be a hidden, in the heart
of this poet!
A treasure I will savor...
I felt I was falling off the edge, with these verses and I felt my heart gripping...
Warmest Blessings, Warrior Purple Soulful SHEExooo
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Oh my! This is exceptionally well done, Poet!|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|This is real poetry, from the soul to the soul.|
|Reviewed by Joel Andre
|Amazing work, so deep and passionate. Your raw talent is amazing.|
|Reviewed by Rodney Bohen
Honest words, raw honest to the bone
Always stand tall.