By Mark A. Leon Nothing mattered but the moment we were in Squandered dreamers It’s all captured now behind the glass window A museum of memories rekindled… Read more “Wasted Youth – Original Poem”
Category: Writing
I Need A Place to Hide Away – Original Poem
I need a place to hide away A solitary escape to call my own Through the desert heat, rising waves and the highest mountain peaks Battling the… Read more “I Need A Place to Hide Away – Original Poem”
Truth – Original Poem
Truth has no cost No oppressors; no accusers It is not bound by law nor governed by principles of acceptance It is free of judgement Truth: a… Read more “Truth – Original Poem”
Deperately Wanting – Original Poem
With love in her heart and flowers in her hair Dancing through the sunflower fields exhilarated by the power of the sun A free spirit gliding with… Read more “Deperately Wanting – Original Poem”
What if – Original Poem
What if we suspended the normal path of life’s train and set it off course? What if every regret was a sign of a better tomorrow What… Read more “What if – Original Poem”
Shattered in Pieces – Original Poem
Every night as I lay alone, I dream Dream of a perfect life I am yet to find A life of fulfillment; a life led with meaning… Read more “Shattered in Pieces – Original Poem”
Your Soul is Ageless – Original Poem
Your soul is ageless You don’t break; nor falter No sign of suffocation when there is no air From Audrey to Kathryn to Marilyn, you define a… Read more “Your Soul is Ageless – Original Poem”
Love in the Library – Original Poem
Keeper of knowledge Honey on the lips Secret smile behind the glass that magnifies the glowing green in her eyes You are beautiful my love, as I… Read more “Love in the Library – Original Poem”
The Pledge – Original Poem
The songs I sing The words I write The dreams I save Tonight, like perfectly placed breast strokes, a light layer of clouds shielded the mighty moon… Read more “The Pledge – Original Poem”
Stranger Behind the Glass – Original Poem
What color is your soul? Can enemies become brothers? Are we still fighting the wars of our fathers? The blood has dried forever but we remain scarred… Read more “Stranger Behind the Glass – Original Poem”
