Poem Tag : future

Leverage Loses Love

Published on Tue, 10^th Mar 2026 at 23:49

by William Troup

Leverage loses love over onion oceans of old! Faster failing fallacies assemble as an apple, whose whole world withers; begat by beautiful bites. Winters weather worries as another angel ascends; each ember echoes excuses, yet yesterday yields restless
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There's a Silence In Fire

Published on Sun, 22^nd Feb 2026 at 01:39

by William Troup

There's a silence in fire, an aching of hunger; a future so opaque these walls will all but dream. Pining for the moon, yearning for twilight; a journey so unknown the calls will all but scream. There's a silence in fire, a distance in the steps; a
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A Stillness Found My Form

Published on Sun, 1^st Feb 2026 at 23:59

by William Troup

A stillness found my form, flailing silently away; fame, a fickle food, conferred the chosen day. Crumbs of graceless photos furnish the scrolling plays, and then came the hawks to denude the welcome stay! Pieces of my soul adrift, yet quietly, my
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I Am the Glass That Keeps the Mind

Published on Sun, 16^th Nov 2025 at 00:54

by William Troup

Assail me, and beat me ... sign; I am the glass that keeps the mind. Regale me, and picture ... find; I am the hand that bleeds the time. Fail me, and listen ... mime; I am the heart that beats the rhyme. Assail me, and fight me ... fine; I am the glass that keeps the
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Her Smile

Published on Wed, 29^th Oct 2025 at 00:15

by William Troup

Effulgent, her smile; soft and warm, where sunlight wraps its soul ... behold! Weary, yet dogged, the moon does ache; what of her day will grace this heart? Vast, yet sewn, these swathes of trees; deeper from me, her lies do bleed. Effulgent, her smile; sweet, but worn,
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Perennial Streams

Published on Sun, 19^th Oct 2025 at 23:19

by William Troup

Perennial streams bore a son, riven beyond their dreams; ramparts kept his goals at bay, in a citadel born from timidity. Abode there, as he is, as sandstone withers in peace; dust and tears gather in frames, whose memories have yet to be born. Perennial
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Pink Blossoms

Published on Fri, 10^th Oct 2025 at 23:06

by William Troup

Pink blossoms within a veil of apples, effaced my fears ... begone! what tender heart begat thee? I must find her time! yet sap ascends on broken arms whose relics lay wasting upon the sod; have I spring to lay thanks to thee? have I spring to
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My Timid Friend

Published on Thu, 9^th Oct 2025 at 07:51

by William Troup

She lays in wait, my timid friend, and sits on a happy end. Watching, and waiting, with boundless faith; will fate bend to her heart? this diffident youth prevails under fallacies of fear; what remains of me is still unclear, yet still she waits,
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Walls

Published on Wed, 8^th Oct 2025 at 22:46

by William Troup

Execrable words upon my walls, their tarrying unknown! this solitary path bedevils me, yet what of you remains? this earnest heart continues, but not without regret, and upon the pastures, my heart does fill; where to hang upon my walls?

The Drought

Published on Wed, 20^th Aug 2025 at 23:04

by William Troup

Low upon the lake, a docile crescent moon; abash, yet stolid, and luminous to a fault. The stars lay silent, affixed upon the sky, and this thespian claims the night, as a daughter purloins the south. What of the black dahlias? in repose they haunt the fields
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Hollow Dreams

Published on Wed, 20^th Aug 2025 at 16:20

by William Troup

Hollow dreams awaken me from an anxious sleep; opaque skies cloud the arcane sun, and what looms is crushed beneath my soul. Velvet rays dry my eyes, as yearning beats no more; madness lingers, but not what's seen, and cerulean skies cast the pastures
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I Must Be Down by the Sea Again

Published on Tue, 5^th Aug 2025 at 00:53

by William Troup

I must be down by the sea again, I must be all but me. I must be down with my dreams again, I must be all but free. I must be down, I must be me, I must be me again, but here. I must be down by the sea again, I must be all but fear ...

The Tree and All Her Dreams

Published on Mon, 4^th Aug 2025 at 23:50

by William Troup

Decaying, it may be, the tree and all her dreams; saplings yearn for freedom, but death has learned to see. Competent, he may be, and unending as the tide, and hide, he may try, but further, she did see ...

We Outgrew Our Hearts

Published on Sat, 5^th Jul 2025 at 23:57

by William Troup

We outgrew our hearts, like so many things, and stentorian silence is the crown that sings. Our antique words, so brittle, unworn, may rend what dwells, and yearn to be born. We outgrew our hearts, like so many beats, yet dulcet voices is the rescue
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What Word of the Daffodils?

Published on Wed, 2^nd Jul 2025 at 23:47

by William Troup

The violets are lost, with roses in dwam, and carnations weep where the lilies may meet. The tulips wonder where the daisies sleep; and what of the orchids? the violets still ask. The bluebells pine for the sunflowers heart, and poppies are
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Beloved

Published on Mon, 23^rd Jun 2025 at 22:05

by William Troup

Beloved! manifestations drip from this weary earnest heart; as if someone, maybe a lonely rose, beseeched an early path. As carnations weep in soil, the kind I've yet to spoil, escort me, my sonorous wren, as I have yet to sale... Beloved! manifestations
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Love Should Never Speak of Time

Published on Wed, 21^st May 2025 at 08:50

by William Troup

Love should never speak of time, for eternity is invisible to the blind. Ghastly ghouls may linger in shadows, but the devil may have forgotten their goals?

Enough Is One

Published on Mon, 12^th May 2025 at 00:56

by William Troup

Enough is one, few is a rolling dice; take a slice of lemon, the lime pretends to be nice; One is ethereal, real in their touch; enough is one, many upon the ice ...

For as I Was Fearing It

Published on Thu, 24^th Apr 2025 at 01:15

by William Troup

For as I was fearing it, what's left was done, and my tenebrous staircase became unsung. So lost in fear, these ubiquitous fires are felt by beats, in this lonesome heart. For as I was fearing it, what came was one, and my irreligious steps became
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