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Hanson William Poem
A Thursday morning it was,
When I waved her goodbye,
Little did I know it was goodbye forever,
Days turn and fold,
As I watch the door,
Waiting for her to knock to return.
Memories turn,
Memories speak,
Of the days we shared ,
Every laughter comes to my ears,
Every smile to my dreams,
Watching to see the days again,
I pass through each lonely day.
Angel angel so you were,
What came knocking on your heart,
To announce you will never return,
Angel angel though little I gave,
Could you not see my love for you was real?
The radio still sings,
The songs we loved to follow,
It reminds me of each little dance,
You made to follow,
Now the radio reminds me,
It is time to cry again.
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2015
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Hanson William Poem
I am letting you turn the pages of your own world now
Since I am no longer what you wanted
Maybe what you will read will make more sense than when I was around
Maybe the pictures will be clearer than the ones we painted together.
You will have to grasp new definitions on your own now
You will meet new lines that you will have to ellaborate to your mind'
In the meantime, I will make a book of what you made me go through
In it I will describe the pain, the wounds, the marks and scars you left behind
I will paint pictiures of the harsh words you used against my simple soul
At the end of it all I will thank you for making me the one I have become.
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
I know that I shall never see
a creation as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts its leafy arms to pray
A tree that will always wear
A nest of birds in her hair
Upon whose bosom rain waters has lain
Who lives intimately in the rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
A wise man does not forget his past doings
He recollects them for future undoings
He grabs them with his tight fist and shouts of how he went through them all
Totally he does not allow them to cause his future fall
Time and lessons are moremeaningful than love that lasted
For they are the ones that make us all erected
Deep in a sea of thought and past vicious missions
We choose nobility and clear visions.
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
Butterfly in the wind you dance and play
Flower upon flower you impress
With a coat of many colors
Perhaps you will flap your wings upon me
Play me in natures intention
I admire your beauty and and your ways
But many are of my kind
With hopes and wishes like mine
The reason I await until you make it my turn
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
There lies a life after its all said and done
Known to none other than the Creator and the already gone
Might be on top of the mountain or deep in the woods
Perhaps a flow with the winds or ebbs with the seas
From above it is in store
Where time is not time anymore, neither life, life no more
Deep within hearts of men is a seeker known a soul
Meeker and always struglling to make it a glow.
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
My heart is ageing
I can see the wrinkles forming
Through its face as winds of love blow
Down the steep valley i bellow
Up the hill the echoes from below are heard
Wondering what turned it so hard
Could it be the past that was?
Or a time well wasted in wars
Still I am as patient as a vulture
Not deep in this love culture
But deep in the volumes of space
Lies a life that crawls at its own pace.
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
Like the wind life blows through forests of men,
Deep the valleys of challenges in myriad ways
Like a butterfly flower upon flower we impress,
Swift in its pace life unfolds to find happiness
With an iota in it all we find it is a gift from above,
For all we need from each other is love.
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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Hanson William Poem
As I walked on bare feet in abandoned roads of the forest
I learnt to trust the sound of my strides
Walking away from things not meant to be mine
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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