"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Archive for December, 2014

“Bla, Bla, Bla,”.. .

"Bla, Bla, Bla,".. .

That’s all I feel anymore,
When thinking of what to write.
Words seem to escape me,
As I sit here in the night;

Beautiful Letters,
On the wings of words,
Soaring around me,
In an endless blur.

A desolate plain,
On this paper I see,
Has yet to form,
It‘s valleys and trees.

An idle pen,
Circles and lines,
Nothing but scribbles,
From in my mind.

When put to paper,
I sit in awe,
For what I see,
Is, “Bla, Bla, Bla,”.. .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′

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“And still,”.. .

"And still,".. .

So many regrets,
Of things I should have done,
Memories I can‘t forget,
Of our days, and then some.

Countless tears I’ve cried,
A heart without a clue.
Something inside me died,
The day I lost you.
No longer my bride,
Or to me be true.

The stars even wept,
As I watched you walk away.
Never a night I slept,
As my mind went astray.
Time no longer kept,
Nor the count of days decay.
I remember every step,
As I watched you walk away.

And still,.. .
As the moon turns blue,
The countless tears I’ll cry,
Remembering losing you.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/201019 ]

Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′