Poems by Mark

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  • A poet suffers for his part;
    In penning that which stains his heart...

  • Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
    Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...

  • Shall I reveal how oft my thoughts are yours?
    As plenty as the stars do maze the sky...

  • When I behold the blossom hues of spring
    My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope...

  • Go find for me in all of botany;
    The rarest rose amidst the sweetest mire...

  • I wonder which will greet me when I die;
    The arch of angels or the scorching pit...

  • It does appear to me that souls' deceased;
    Whom died by cancer's deadly spread of mole...

  • If I have ever lived to feel pure love;
    No footprint of that love did leave in me...

  • If dreaming paths the way to where you are
    Then why has none to you, so taken me...

  • I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
    Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...

  • Take all the light until i'm out and deep
    That I may linger where you rest in me...

  • To whom would rush a wound from love, with love:
    Let take a caution deep where your wound bleeds...