Kewayne Wadley

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Kewayne Andre Clark-Wadley  [ Fictional / Free Verse Writer ]
Born November 5,1987 In Groton Connecticut.
I was raised half of my life in Birmingham, Alabama and the other half
In Soperton, Georgia.
Southern Gentleman at best haha. I've spent a couple of years in Central America
The Panama Canal. Now days I reside in Memphis, Tennessee.
Both of my parents were in the Navy, Now retired.
I grew accustom to moving around to different environments.
I started writing when I was thirteen.
Due to an argument with my art teacher at the time. She made me ... more »

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  • ''Her tongue is the novocaine that heals all pain''
    Kewayne Wadley
  • ''Her mouth is the Aqueduct
    From which my life springs''
    Kewayne Wadley
  • ''And Like The rain, We Both Fell''
    Kewayne Wadley
  • ''Easier is a state of mind, even a ocean starts as a puddle''
    Kewayne Wadley
  • ''And with the touch of her hand, the wall became a bridge''
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  • Sofia Kioroglou Sofia Kioroglou (12/18/2015 2:27:00 PM)

    Kewayne Wadley is a really gifted poet! I am so glad I got the chance to read his work on poemhunter.com. His work is so warm and evocative! I love reading his poems!

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Best Poem of Kewayne Wadley

Monday

There are many roads we face in this thing called life,
some take us to heights unparalleled,
Some are filled with precious stones, pebbles, that leave a bright glimmer like the sun,
Others lead us back around to our favorite places we've passed,
One of my favorite roads takes me past your smile and a warm welcome,
Next to the wells that nurishes the plants that grow well,
to become trees. That soar high to over look the heights of growing,
A glorious feat, as all trees aren't fortuate to grow as tall,
but upon this road accompained with warmness,
The ...

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