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Donald Holmes Poem
Withered flower,
shrivels with grace.
Last of its essence,
escapes from taste.
Hidden from touch,
are the tears a rose cries.
Then fades away,
she will shrivel and die.
Wo pretty rose,
death stalks real.
And there’s no one to hear you,
or the pain you feel.
Life’s based on death,
on land and in seas.
And only man,
is heard on his knees.
Only man has God,
to hear his cries.
To judge his soul,
to live or to die.
Poor child of life,
young flower in bloom.
Your soul or flesh,
is already doomed.
Empty of loves nourishment,
each peddle falls.
Nature’s teardrops,
come in the fall.
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Donald Holmes Poem
Dream stealer
Dazzled by the lightning,
thrilled by dreams of thunder.
Filled with magical, mystical, tingling sensations,
that fill my hour glass with dreams of such beautiful wonders.
Then the pains of life,
became partners in crime with time.
Creating the DreamStealer,
Stealing the dreams of my prime.
Time does not ease an hour glass,
filled with dreams of pain.
Tip your hour glass to the DreamStealer,
as time steals another dream once again.
The sands of time,
are melted into tears.
As the dreams you dream,
fade away with the years.
Finally the tears you cry,
crystallize in your eyes.
For you cannot fill an hour glass,
with dreams that are never realized.
Life's dreams shattered by the DreamStealer,
will never be a dream again.
Time steals another dream,
tipping the hour glass once again.
By Donald L Holmes
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Donald Holmes Poem
As I sort through the loss,
in the shadows of the clouds I am under.
Blinded by the lightning,
deafened by the thunder.
I miss your soft whispers,
which cause me to cry.
Into the pillows where I lie,
in my sweet dreams.
When I think of my sorrow,
at a world of despair.
A depression that keeps me yearning,
for you to even care.
That the radiance of your light,
reflects of the tears I cry.
I run to the lies,
of my sweet dreams.
Bewildered and afraid,
I can't stand the loss.
The pain that's pushing me,
towards a line I can't cross.
I know all heavens aware,
your loves not there.
So I run to lie.
closing my eyes to the lies of my sweet sweet dreams.
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