william-davis-jr - Hello Poetry

Walking on the great wall Briefly in the past My heart is trembling softly I hope this doesn't last I still recall a spoken name And how I felt that day It never will abandon me Though too often it sounds grey Memory is brittle Needs massage along the way What we think as unimportant May end up haunting us someday There is nothing more to offer Friendships often go that way I will never forget her And what she didn't say.

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Mar 13, 2021

Mar 13, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC

william-davis-jr

great wall

Walking on the great wall Briefly in the past My heart is trembling softly I hope this doesn't last I still recall a spoken name And how I felt that day It never will abandon me Though too often it sounds grey Memory is brittle Needs massage along the way What we think as unimportant May end up haunting us someday There is nothing more to offer Friendships often go that way I will never forget her And what she didn't say.

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A warm Southern summer night Dozens of cork bobbers Dancing the night away Speaking softly. Where has it gone A thought not one had. We were taught not to wonder. It's just life The way it has always been.

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Mar 13, 2021

Mar 13, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC

william-davis-jr

Bobbers

A warm Southern summer night Dozens of cork bobbers Dancing the night away Speaking softly. Where has it gone A thought not one had. We were taught not to wonder. It's just life The way it has always been.

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What is it that we're paying for How did it go so wrong We missed the turn to righteousness Left humming that 'ole sad song The rows of desolation Laid our for us to choose Which one we ask is ours With little left to loose The joker and the thief were there Both grinning selfishly The lots were cast between them Knowing who it'd be A'hah,you think you're something I heard one of them say We've got you where we want you This globe is ours to save Her art was left on vellum In graphite number two The sun did set it shimmering Our chins upon our chests.

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Mar 11, 2021

Mar 11, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC

william-davis-jr

What

What is it that we're paying for How did it go so wrong We missed the turn to righteousness Left humming that 'ole sad song The rows of desolation Laid our for us to choose Which one we ask is ours With little left to loose The joker and the thief were there Both grinning selfishly The lots were cast between them Knowing who it'd be A'hah,you think you're something I heard one of them say We've got you where we want you This globe is ours to save Her art was left on vellum In graphite number two The sun did set it shimmering Our chins upon our chests.

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