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Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
It is in verse as is in dress
That beauty hides and needs caressed
Though true beauty only some possess
We look around and see less and less
Peer deep inside ones heart and chest
There must be beauty in all this mess
-A.F.
Rhymer
Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
Crisp as the new day dawns
Tumbling
Seemingly over hills
Intertwined
The sweet nectar
Of love
******* tumult
Dripping
Eager to please
And be pleased
-A.F.
Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
Fresh in my mind
Cast
So much to do before I die
Preparations
The howling doubt
Littered sins
Vain requests
How can one do so
Clenching fingers
Out of reach
Out of sight
Out
-A.F.
The poem portrays a picture connoting a sense of hope amidst disharmony and discord. Having noticed the final destination close at hand, the narrator while making preparation to accomplish the assigned tasks , seems to disappear from this earth. -Hitesh C Bhakat
Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
My hands grow numb
Honeyed venom seething through her lips
Her gaze meets mine
Frozen
All I can do is stare
Sight grows dim
I'm falling up
Squeeze through
Back to my world
All I can do is laugh
I won this time
-A.F.
Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
When I return
The lights shall be lit
Table set
Floor swept
Door unlatched
Roof thatched
Everything repaired
For one final go
A shot in the wind
My last chance
Expect me
-A.F.
Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
One vast expanse, rolling
Like the leaf that never falls
Holding on, no letting go
What is in a thing
Like thorns on my cowl
Stuck
Seemingly intertwined
Nothing ever turns out all right
Stops all growth
Its getting cold
-A.F.
Andrew Fontaine Oct 2017
May I lead you
On through
To high!
Down deep
Wading in seeped dreams
Uncomfortable
But you
Feeling alone
Mist veiled
Through the gates of my mind
In passed the hill
Take a right at the greene
Whats that
A door
Closed
-A.F.

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