Matthew Holloway Poems

I envy the dead poets
Those idols I aspire to
Someday become compared
How beautiful their words
Still speak in the years after
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Happy, finally
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Happy, finally
Now in a better situation
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The canvas
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This blank canvas before me
Laid out in pristine white
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Within the world a mystery
A secret behind every eye
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Distraction
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My attention wanders
Leaving me unable to concentrate
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A lovers night poem
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I called to the moon
I’m in love I tell you
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Awoken from a winters heart
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The perpetual hours of night
Which haunted the lonesome soul
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Morning thoughts
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A sun rises over roof tops
Greeting the cold morning air
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On the loss of a young man
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A young man
With a steady career
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To love again and remember
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To love again and remember
The joys of a youthful laugh
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