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,...