"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Archive for March, 2015

“Through The Curtain”

Through The Curtain

As he sat in his cold dark room,

Scratching his ear as he thought,

He peers through the curtain, towards the moon,

Remembering a life he had sought.

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He thinks of a time, and gets a grin,

Remembering his children as they played,

His wife,.. . as she kissed his chin,

Oh, those were such beautiful days.

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Why has God forsaken me so?

He asked of himself, in knots.

All are gone, and I am old,

And death comes for me not?

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Lingering, in his memories,

He looks towards a photograph,

Of an orchard full of apple trees,

A group of family as they laughed.

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His dreams are of a happier time,

When the sun had shined on his face,

Of friends and family, and drinking wine,

And kids running all over the place.

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Now he’s old, and all alone,

Everyone he loved has gone,

He waits for the day, he goes home,

To be again, with everyone.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“From The Shadows”

From The Shadows

There’s something in the night,

That crawls, there is,

Moaning and groaning,

Coming for the kids.

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White eyes in the dark,

No pupil there in,

The dog won’t even bark,

For the fear in him.

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It lives in the shadows,

From demons, was born,

From down in hell’s gallows,

No shape, nor form.

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Like some ancient curse,

To squander your soul,

To quench a thirst,

That’s never been full.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′