Marcus McKinley Poems

It seems I have lost my inspiration
My poetry has no structure or flow
I cannot find the words to rhyme
No more pictures do my words show
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I am guilty
And compunctious
In secrecy
I confess
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I can’t help but notice, that look you give
The one that says, I wish you would leave...
The one that says, I wish you would cease to live
Because there is something, you believe
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The taraxo achos seeds
Blow...
Gently into the breeze
Aloft, with a wish of safe return
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Your radiance fuels my appetence
My affections for you I proffer
With no strings to recompense
There is no good gift inside a coffer
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I lost my leaf in Canada;
When I bared my soul to you.
Like line dried linens
on a windy day. I
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each waking moment
with you
is refreshing
like morning dew
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Wordless, in stern defiance
In voiceless silence
What she says shakes the willows
Memories lost, among pillows and heart ache
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I wait here, at the Golden Gate
Pushing the emotional envelope
On the precipice of love
With a misty eyed view
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I see the rain, within your eyes
Silently, my heart cries
It is not these tears of pain I shed
Instead, tears of joy…
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