βœ’Poems Exposed

By EdwinJohnA

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#8 in Poetry (Apr 2017).🎭 To see the truth behind the lies... To know the meaning of inconsistent cries... ... More

Poems Exposed revived
True Lies
I Doubt
Momma...
The Eighteen-Plus-th (18+th) Hour
Buried Living
Gud Afternun Dokter
The Tree of Wishes
Laborer of Heart
The Sinister Hunter
Mors' Scarlet Claret
Not all Cookies are Crispy
Chintzy Christmas
A Part of Me
Happy New Year
The Savor of Cede
For you (me)
A Chapter from Life
Clearer Skies
Dreams and Life
An Angelic Whisper
Who am I
The Angel Again
And thus thrives every Story
World's Cry
The Reliance of Reality
Cyme of Rhyme
Happiness for Sale
Why don't you Trust Me?
Tomorrow
Dream Big
( Not a poem )
Yeeeehaaa!! A/N
ART
In the Omega-Chariot
Just One Day
Dear dears |A/N
What Y and Z did to XΒ²+YΒ²
A/N | 8 Apr 2017
Slowly, yet Suddenly
Love
The Supreme Creator
A/N |14 apr 2017
O Moonlight
A Lullaby
πŸ’šπŸ’™β€My Momβ€πŸ’™πŸ’œ
Lily
Round Round Grandpa Moon
*****
Off the Tip
Birth of Religions
❀ Ever Waiting❀
O Drop
May it Endure
The Boy with a Fruit Plucker
Love † Hate
Matter of Age
Romantic Hate
Not Every Poem should've an Aim
Hello Everyone |A/N
Cigar Love
Open the Door
Sorry, not a Poem
Poetry
$uggest a Title
Without Her
My Dream: A Day with My Love
I Dont Know What to Do
Author's Note
Author's Note of Joy
Her Story
$ - (Minster Saga)
Open the Door*
I and You (lyric)
luv
s i n c e r e
Just You Alone❀
y o u r s a n d a l s
emotions. science.
A Troubled Soul
End Note

A Breeze of Silence

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By EdwinJohnA

Ssshhh.... read silently...

I am a wind, I claim
Lover of silence, I proclaim.
I mildly breeze
To the havens of silence.

She's born before the sound,
Before every roaring hound.
Older than God, perhaps.
And older than me, she is.

With the lonely, she speaks,
Squeaking, I see; some times.
And some times I see her borne
Where delight is adorn.

When words turn futlie
She evolves from nowhere, fertile.
Behind her goes I
Agog in her, my eye.

She helps men when they steal
Also, when they can't squeal.
Crutches on her the answer-seeker
Lives with her, the answer-knower.

When, from your friends, you depart
Blown high is her trumpet.
When, waiting for callback, you smoke
Snores she, awake.

I come from the Altitude.
She rules the Soltitude.
We both love being alone.
Then why can't we be just one?

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