Poems from Evan Gruters

Ask not what I’ve done for through love I go Unperturbed by discord. But voices rise, And nuptial accords turned insultful cries, For some...
Dull complexion, orange flesh, Unsheath this rusted knife; Scraped across his stoic face To steal his trusted life.   Hacking, slashing,...
Am I your Gatsby? Or am I just Gatsby; by himself without his own flowering bud. You’re still my Daisy to admire. But yet still separated,...
To the Artist Who Painted the Portrait of a Heavy Heart,   Your frayed brushes with shattered, splintered handles devoid of paint from the...
  The tall grass dances With the wind. Twisting, turning, To the silent song   Fat bees hover near Lazily move through the air Please God,...