Matthew Holloway

Freshman - 605 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Matthew Holloway Poems

1. Mantra 2 5/2/2011
2. A Play In Writing 4/30/2011
3. Beautifully Unrequited 4/30/2011
4. Mantra 1 4/29/2011
5. The Elusion Of Love 5/8/2011
6. The Unwritten Silence 5/8/2011
7. More Than A Look 5/8/2011
8. To The Girl In The Red Overcoat 5/7/2011
9. The Close Of Day 5/10/2011
10. O Night 5/10/2011
11. Unsuccessfully Waiting 5/11/2011
12. Further More From The Poets Desk 5/12/2011
13. On A Dream About You 5/13/2011
14. The Poets Confession 5/15/2011
15. Your Love Became A Terrible Loss 5/14/2011
16. To Love You 4/26/2011
17. Two Minutes Till Showtime 5/19/2011
18. Not A Star Shall Compare 4/24/2011
19. Matchstick Men 5/26/2011
20. To A Friend 5/26/2011
21. A Lovers Verse 5/27/2011
22. A Quiet Heartbreak 5/23/2011
23. Tale From A Rainy Night 5/31/2011
24. From A Letter To A Friend 5/31/2011
25. A Duel For Love 6/2/2011
26. The Old Man 6/2/2011
27. Value Of The Heart 6/2/2011
28. A Last Love Poem 6/3/2011
29. Old Grey Eyes 6/5/2011
30. Thirty Three Years 6/5/2011
31. The Tear In The Heart 6/5/2011
32. A Poem To Remember 6/6/2011
33. The Poison Of Revenge 6/6/2011
34. A Love Shanty 6/6/2011
35. Confession Of A Rose 6/7/2011
36. The Poetry Groupies 6/7/2011
37. Through The Artists Eyes 6/13/2011
38. To Victorious 6/13/2011
39. She Sang A Mariners Song 6/13/2011
40. Bequeathing A Heart 6/12/2011
Best Poem of Matthew Holloway

English Rose

what tender beauty lays before me
I call her my English rose
lips red like petals and as soft
earthen eyes I could sink into
breathless I look on captivated
if only I could bathe in her scent
lay my head upon her bosom
and sleep against the softest skin
how beautiful my English rose
how strong this feeling pines
at my thoughts into my soul
here is a beauty unlike any other
tenderly sweet before my eye
I could hold this picture forever
and forever love my English rose

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A Crown Of Flowers

A crown of flowers
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I don a crown of flowers
To mask the sorrow inside
Eyes which fall upon its beauty
Do not see the tears I cry
While the flowers bud to blossom
I wilt to almost nothing
In a garden colour filled with life

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