Gregory I Poems - Poems about Gregory I

... hope … dismay heaven, hell gods, mortality … love all live within us we create our own realities and we dwell there … oh, we are taught the tools for life - the skills we use to SHAPE tha......Read the rest...

... * Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. * ~ bend … your voice to me tickle my tympans with a w......Read the rest...

... * death is a process of many stages, and dementia can be one of the ugliest … Dad taught me many lessons in life, and he fought to the last to retain what sensibilities he could. I miss you, RT. * ......Read the rest...

... poet, you called me? oh no - that’s not I ... there's truly just ONE he writes ‘pon the sky of sunsets and stars of space without end ......Read the rest...

... break … my heart? you did not break my heart you COULD not break my heart I utilized all the “Yous” that came before constructing barriers that you, in your most formidably malodorous and ......Read the rest...

... light … and dark - shadow and bright are diametrically opposed and intricately interdependent we must learn to not fear the dark for it holds the same delight, the same color the same purp......Read the rest...

... I’m … (thus told) oft’ purveyor of a pen drowning in the anguish of the heart … bulletin: love - not always love love - always pain always - all ways … wherever, whatever, WHOever the ......Read the rest...

... a stroll … just a stroll … like any other numberless now, the times this path had taken her to the wood - the dark, deep wood where her memories dwelled thoughts astray in the gloaming … t......Read the rest...

... I stood … on a mountain not nearly the highest but the air was clean … seraphic cold, but not bone-chilling keen, that it restore the marrow and course the blood more acutely it sharpened ......Read the rest...

... sift, sift, the sands of time sift, for loves gone missing sifting thru a passion’s pall bows, once sweetly kissing bend, bend, the willows old bend, ......Read the rest...

... why … why do we careless creatures hold on so tightly? tears are not poisonous they will not etch our face with the afflictions they carry but they WILL assuage its acidity - why not let t......Read the rest...

... demons … the beasts love feasts upon tended like sheep by character and good intention their devious vigor comes in their knowledge of the souls they badger and vex for that blood is of on......Read the rest...

... ~ for Mom ~ it seems … like yesterday and it seems like forever … I can see them clearly I can feel the soft wrinkles of skin her little hands - clutching the round disc skin as thin ......Read the rest...

... the ivy crunches ‘neath my boot cold sounds that crisp the winds a snow has left its whitened soot not just the ground but with age found my head and cheeks … a......Read the rest...

... more … more than I’ll ever know … that’s how much you love me (just spoken) but what the hell does that mean? how do you know that I’ll never know how much you love me?? I mean, thanks … ......Read the rest...