Andrew Hinton

Rookie (1993 / Massachusetts)

Andrew Hinton Poems

1. Music 5/24/2013
2. Firelight 12/5/2013
3. A Flickering Flame 1/22/2013
4. The Fluorescent Sky's Glow 1/31/2013
5. I Want To Say I Do 1/27/2013
6. One Sentence 1/27/2013
7. The Die To Cast 1/27/2013
8. Keeps Me Alive 12/7/2013
9. Thoughts 2/5/2014
10. Just Hope And A Dream 1/22/2013
11. The Strength I Find 1/27/2013
12. The End Is All I Seek 1/27/2013
13. A Dream 1/27/2013
14. I Didn'T Try To Run Lord 1/27/2013
15. A Winter Night 1/27/2013
16. Stars 6/26/2013
17. Madness 6/30/2013
18. Graveyard 7/11/2013
19. Still With Me 8/12/2013
20. Hymn 8/29/2013
21. Praying 9/2/2013
22. An Intrest 2/1/2013
23. A Timid Intrest 2/9/2013
24. Let Me Know It Is I You Will Miss 2/11/2013
25. A Praise And Prayer 2/19/2013
26. Burying An Old Man 2/19/2013
27. Soft 2/25/2013
28. Rest 2/25/2013
29. Lead Me With Your Shepherd's Hands 2/27/2013
30. Eternity 3/1/2013
31. Victory 3/4/2013
32. Patience 3/8/2013
33. Beach Walk 3/9/2013
Best Poem of Andrew Hinton


Why does music move the soul,
And temporarily make us whole?
What is it about the vibration of air,
That draws us from darkness’ lair?
How does it bolster our being,
And keep our time from fleeing?
I think these questions though,
Are misdirected very so.
It is not why, or what, or how too,
Because music is not a thing, but a who.
She’ll take your hand and dance,
Opening your heart to sweet romance.
If your crushed she’ll take your hand,
And give you strength to stand.
Music is a gift from God,
Gentle guiding and healing of His rod.

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The Die To Cast

Angelic voices echo in the cathedral of my mind,
Long has it remained empty with no life to find.
I sit alone on a throne of the darkest stones,
Feeling so sick and weak down to my bones,
No light reaches my eyes or life fills my lungs,
Instead fear whispers with a thousand tongues.
Tortured by solitude and a fragmented mind,
My very thoughts have begun to rob me blind.
There is nothing left to fight,

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