
Her Smile
Published on Wed, 29th 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, 19th 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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My Timid Friend
Published on Thu, 9th 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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What Game Do True Lovers Have?
Published on Tue, 19th Aug 2025 at 23:07
by William Troup
What game do true lovers have?
garish clothes unlike any of mine?
what ambient waves unfurl the sheets
and beget a dream
still wasted on the young?
Look at me! they scream and plead;
photos capture the naked truth
and thread the walls on desperate screens;
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Published on Mon, 4th 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 ...
Published on Sun, 6th Jul 2025 at 22:35
by William Troup
My heart must be a bird,
for I have seen it fly away.
Immortal, is my fantasy,
yet still too far today.
Fallen boughs upon the knoll,
so nowhere is safe to land?
what of me remains to stand,
in the hope that she will return ...

We Outgrew Our Hearts
Published on Sat, 5th 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, 2nd 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, 23rd 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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World of Wonder
Published on Sat, 31st May 2025 at 22:43
by Sleepless Ocean
Author Notes: This poem was written for the first album "World of Wonder".
Upon the ocean, the airy nights
are aloft in thrills; with shores instilled
of what awaits; but still recall
the whale’s song and its alluring call ...
Upon the shore, the welcoming awaits
in silent feet; as horns repeat
in echoing bangs; then anchors fall
as the
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Complex Beast
Published on Wed, 21st May 2025 at 23:23
by William Troup
My thoughts
reveal a complex beast,
yet the morn is set with felicity!
Manifestations still regale
a heart that's yet to feast.
My mind pretends to be a friend,
but my hand remains alone;
What for tomorrow, again I ask,
as my dreams prevail and
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Published on Wed, 21st May 2025 at 08:50
by William Troup
lovehopefaithtimefuture
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?
Published on Mon, 12th 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, 24th 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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Forgotten Goodbyes
Published on Fri, 31st Jan 2025 at 22:39
by William Troup
Pools of loss, grief, and emptiness;
these I wade with cautious eyes.
Pain is the power that pushes me on,
as flowers wilt in forgotten goodbyes.
My soul may try to catch your shadow,
yet so little of you remains.
The weight of time may slow my feet,
but here I
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Published on Fri, 31st Jan 2025 at 22:31
by William Troup
I feel a sudden sense of despair,
am I still human, or beyond repair?
These waves seem permanent,
unknowing of time,
and fester in dreams that yearn for lines.
These minutes are baleful,
unbidden, but strong...
so am I still human, or beyond repair?