I Write Poetry

Hi. I'm not much of a critic. I write a lot of garbage. I don't often read other people's poetry. I'm always worried that pieces of other people's stuff will make it's way into my stuff.

The above is cool. Evoking thoughts of love and stuff. Love is another thing I don't know a lot about either.

Anyway, thanks for reading and commenting. Sorry I wasn't more helpful

In The End


by: Rob Paquin

And in the end, when I look back
To see my beaten, worn out track
To see all that has come before
The many faces I adored
Will my feelings still turn Black

And as the end begins for me
I look forward to what will be
To stand outside the Heaven's gates
to wonder if I died too late
Will I be set free

And with the end now set in stone
An ending where I die alone
Without a worry, nor a care
for all the adventures I did dare
shall I find my home

And with my end now forgone
with many dreams now withdrawn
crumbled pieces of a life
that never seemed to go quite right
my soul was gladly pawned

~The Snowdog

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Within you ? :o
I hope it didn't hurt....
:p

Dancer of Light

by: Rob Paquin



See the twirling dancer girl
Dancing in the rain
Laughing at the inner hurt
and smiling through the pain



See her spinning faster now
Despite the molten chains
That seek to bind her soul to thoughts
That her happiness might be restrained


Yet she keeps on dancing
Her steps measured and maintained
If you watch her dancing closely
You'll see her radiance remains


The Canon so contemporary
It may be hard to ascertain
Applied to her execution
All Dynamically Sustained


In unison with her own self
An inner light, life cannot stain
Her gorgeous nature overwhelming
Retrograde Legato to my brain


~The Snowdog~




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