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Hannah Weyer Poem
Oh, the full, the precious words,
The darling letters, lighting gray,
Like thousands of thousands of baby birds
Come to carry my dreams away!
The pages waft, sweet and mellow
And spicy subtle scents of old.
Are they stained an aged yellow?
No. They've grown a glowing gold.
I know a man whose wrinkled page
Glows such a gold with passioned glee.
His face, though leathered and heavy with age
Seems all the more rare and beloved to me.
For the soul of a poet is forever unchanged
And the Pulse of the Bard yet floods his veins.
Copyright © Hannah Weyer | Year Posted 2011
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Hannah Weyer Poem
Drowning in my raging sin,
My seven deadly darlings.
Do I urge her heart to break?
Do urge her soul to take
The wooded path, the bloody lake,
The wolf awake and snarling?
Drowning in my angry sin,
In envy, lust and sorrow.
She will not release his hand,
She insists that he's her man.
Though she doesn't love him as I can
She'll still be there tomorrow.
Drowning in my sleepy sin,
My darling deadly dear.
The world is crushing, killing me
And I can't move or feel or see
And I can't ever want to be free
When his eyes can watch me here.
Drowning in my greedy sin
I stuff my heart with him.
I cannot help but memorize
His face, his nose, his liquid eyes,
His lips that whisper pretty lies,
His alabastor skin.
Drowning in my dreaming sin
That gives me loving signs.
I deserve his love, you see.
He can't help but to love me
And someday soon, he's gonna see
He was no one's if not mine.
Drowning in my scented sin,
My bubbles hug my chest.
I dream of faces, voices, lips,
Of princesses and pirate ships,
Of stealing him away to live
Forever at once, to drink, to sip
To love and lust and our courtship,
And stay forever in my grip.
We'll figure out the rest.
Copyright © Hannah Weyer | Year Posted 2011
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Hannah Weyer Poem
I don't know much of Heaven
And I don't know much of Hell.
I don't know what I cannot see
Or hear or feel or smell.
I don't know foreign words-
My ear is far too rough-
But I know a very little
And it seems to be enough.
I know the taste of Summer,
I know the chill of Fall.
I may not know the names of stars,
But I know I love them all.
I know behind each Winter
There lies in slumber Spring.
I know how to kind of dance
And I know how to sing.
I know we live to smile,
I know we're born to die.
I know that there is sadness
Even if I don’t know why.
I know behind the darkest clouds
The sky is still so blue.
And even though we’ve never met,
I daresay I know you.
You once had a mother
Who loved you from the start.
And even if she’s gone now,
You carry her in your heart.
I know you’ve been in love
And I know it made you cry.
If anyone asks you if it hurt,
I know you want to lie.
I know you laughed at nothing
When you were very young.
I know you’ve said things you regret,
I know you bit your tongue.
I know that you’ve felt pain,
More than you ever should.
But the greatest thing about you
Is that you still try to be good.
I may never meet you, friend,
But that has to be okay.
Because you and I still know each other
In one important way.
Our ears can be so sensitive,
Our tongues can be so rough.
But even if we don’t know much,
We know we know enough.
Copyright © Hannah Weyer | Year Posted 2011
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