Poems from ThePianoMan17
Tis neither:ShelteredLostWhere truth lies-Learn to look aboutTo see beauty.
Oh World! Oh World!Be either cruel or just,Only promise-Care oh World!Care for my struggle to the lastAnd any other world so vitalNot to...
And when work is done,This poem has left me...My soul refreshed,AnewI feel cleansed.
Marvels do not existEqual to the joy-In dim light and quiet night,To drift away to......Tranquil landsGreen grassAnd nothing besidesLet...
Destitute in flight,I am the birdNo freer,poor, the furred bearThat shackled bear with which,LookLo-his wyrsome claws spread...