| My Poetry 2 |
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| A Dark Day Indeed A salty pool of tears glistens Filled with crystalline shards of red And wispy dark vapors meander As I lay there dying and dead The tears were shed at my demise The shards are the remains of a broken heart The vapors are what remains of shattered dreams Of love lost and torn apart I was a popular belief Something to have and hold To brighten many futures Of the young and the old I was sought after by many For love, glory, and fame But I was slain by the loss of these For Hope was my name. Copywrite 2002 david m maynard |
| Spring Dawning The winter frost is diminishing As the days are getting longer The north wind is moving on As the south winds get stronger The snow melts at a quickening pace To let the world begin anew The browns of winter's grass begins to fade As the green of spring comes through The trees begin to shake their winter shroud As their buds begin to bloom The flowers start to break the ground As their petals unfold to fight for room The grass has a newborn shade of green In stark contrast to the rose's red Spring has started its cycle of life As winters time is now dead Birds begin to sing their joyous song As love blossoms in the air The animals rejoice in nature's gift Touched by God with living care The world sheds its winter sleep To behold a magic and wondrous thing The sun bares its morning light For the dawning of the spring. Copywrite 1993 david m maynard |
| Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams A broken heart is like a shattered dream The mourning song of the unicorn Is like a silent primal scream So lost��so forlorn The loss of love is a painful blow That no true soul can heal A nightmare of reality Only sadness can prevail The unicorn weeps a silent dirge As true love dies today The dream of hope and happiness Lies shattered along the way. A broken heart is like a shattered dream� Copywrite 1992 david m maynard |
| Last Night at Camp The flowing breeze cools the skin As the burning sun sets on the land Lanterns are lit to cast a glow As night's darkness is at hand The fire burns bright within the pit As marshmallows are passed around The kids toast their treats with joy As chirping crickets enhance the evening's sound The 'smores are eaten with glee As jammies and sleepy heads prevail Slumber comes quickly and quietly though For tomorrow comes without fail The morning dawns with amber light As children rustle in their tents Saddened by the fact they have to pack Still wondering where their camping trip went. Copywrite 2002 david m maynard |
| The Dying Breed I commit my thoughts to this paper For my heart is in this world I live a solitary kind of life As my loneliness is unfurled My tale begins, oh so long ago In a not so distant past I've shed many flowing tears though For the truth makes them last I've lived and learned of many things And shared and lost in the game of love But I've kept the hope of dreams alive From here on earth to God above But time erodes a single man's soul As my faith slowly goes away The flame of love begins to dwindle As my hope fades more each day I wonder if I'll ever be happy With a woman to love and hold If that day should ever arrive With luck I'll be young and not that old But time has a way of aging man And my time is growing near My search is endless and tiring To find the love I hold so dear I don't think its too much to ask To have someone by my side To laugh with and to care for To share feelings I have deep inside I wonder though if my hope is gone Or if my dreams are lost in the wind The memories I've kept seem from another life The people and places seem to never have been Maybe someday I'll find my love To care for and comfort in their time of need I am an animal, yes, sad but true The last of a dying breed. Copywrite 1993 david m maynard |