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Ivory Snow Poems
A Million Years More
Over the ocean, into the shore there was a place many years before.
The Blind Angel
I watch him, he stands, he sits he even walks in circles. He does this because he cannot see
Warm, soft, and delicious It's swirly texture and cinnamon twist the creamy icing sends your heart a flutter and taste-buds craving more
Where Has Time Gone?
The soft patter of tiny feet against the once warm wooden floor now cold, all love begotten and estranged the soft echo of laughter through these now empty, gray halls
Little is Lost
Little is lost, but much to be found a hope, a dream, tossed onto the ground the red scarf or the waves of blue little to come, little to lose
My Sweetest Hart
As my bones grow brittle and my blood runs dry, is there nothing left in this hard, short life? As my bones grow brittle and my blood runs dry, is there nothing left to keep me alive? Of brittle bones once full of marrow, and a heart made of the finest arrow, little is to be seen...
My Eyes Have Seen
The sights my eyes have seen go beyond the sky and sea, go beyond my hopes and dreams, the sights that my eyes have seen,
by the ocean by the sea i will always be where time has no ties and life has no line
My Weeping Willow
through the woods, through the weeds, is a meadow that i see green and glowing
Silently, and defiantly lively, so driving willing, but shrilling crying, just dieing
Freedom is a red scarf, catching the wind with her nimble fingers red is the color of hope, and fire fire is made from within the soul's caverns the soul is a winter's morning
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
A Million Years More
Over the ocean,
into the shore
there was a place
many years before.
where the waves are warriors
attacking the shore,
but the rocky cliffs
stand strong for they are sure
in a million years
they may loose some ground
but in a million more
it will be turned around
the water will stop,
the air will come cold,
the life on land
will stop and hold,
their breaths, icicles
on the cold blizzard wind.
As the icicles tongue,
drips and gives in,
then the water will meet the shore,
and they will fight
for a million years more.