My poems are simple works of those emotions that were looking for words to express themselves. They are not meant to dazzle or impress anyone. They are not meant to push aside the great poets of our times . I would never even think of calling myself a true poet but rather an emotional hacker who finds the right words now and then. My poems were not written with praise expected. They are simply what they are for the time they shall exist. |
Memories of My Shadow
By Tom Swart...
The Sweet Salt Of My Tears
I hear the echo of a million heart beats...
The words of my love take flight
And like the leaves in fall...
" Still So Real "
As the rain falls outside...
Breath Of Love
There comes a gentle knocking in this night...
There is a soft familiar glow on my horizon...
It is closer now than it has ever been...
I rejoice at your memory.
I am the wind and the rain...
There is a silence that walks with my memory,
My memory of you that silence calls its own...
Thou cometh dark stranger to the edge of my dreams
To taunt and heckle me, causing these screams...
The forest softly sighs your name
As she searches her glens for you...
My poems are not meant to impress, but rather to express. |
I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now. |