
A Stillness Found My Form
Published on Sun, 1st 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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Death Is a Common Fight
Published on Sun, 1st Feb 2026 at 02:09
by William Troup
Death is a common fight
we find within the light;
do you jest?
or stay your hand?
an ocean reeps the floor,
with little chance of succour;
and what of tomorrow?
Death is a common fight
we crown before the night;
do you prevail?
or flaunt your coronet?
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Death and All Her Games
Published on Tue, 27th Jan 2026 at 13:02
by William Troup
All but left is ashamed;
death and all her games
leaves life a cherished play,
in anguish ... yet decayed.
This labyrinth of time
yields plenty to enclasp;
but death and all her games
comes crawling with a tax.
All but left is ashamed;
death and all her
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Published on Tue, 27th Jan 2026 at 00:19
by William Troup
Death is sick; a silhouette sprig of life
begets a shield; what more of thee?
Drunk on blood, their sins forgiven?
ghosts shalt not see the trees.
Empty thrones forget the truce;
therein lies the innocence of youth.
Death is sick; what hand is left to play?

I Am the Glass That Keeps the Mind
Published on Sun, 16th 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, 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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Pink Blossoms
Published on Fri, 10th 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, 9th Oct 2025 at 07:51
by William Troup
lovehopefuturefaithtime
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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Published on Wed, 8th 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?

Falling Leaves
Published on Sun, 5th Oct 2025 at 23:31
by William Troup
Falling leaves
under a mundane sky;
their time will come again ...
this veil of rain becomes me,
in a maudlin sort of way,
as summer departs in triumph,
with a haven still unknown.
Fallen leaves
under good tidings feet;
their heart prevails again ...
much
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Why Am I So Different?
Published on Fri, 5th Sep 2025 at 01:00
by William Troup
societyautismreflectionfriendssadlonely Why am I so different?
Is it my mind, heart, or soul?
When will this madness end?
What will be the toll?
I am further away from my youth,
and fewer days latch to any sense;
yet onward, I continue;
Why am I so different?
I am shunned by differing
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The Drought
Published on Wed, 20th Aug 2025 at 23:04
by William Troup
familyhopefuturefaithtime
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, 20th 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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What Game Do True Lovers Have?
Published on Tue, 19th Aug 2025 at 23:07
by William Troup
lovepridevanityhopesociety 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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The Summit
Published on Mon, 11th Aug 2025 at 23:27
by William Troup
Whether or not I will reach the summit,
my desires still speak in soft,
berry-shaped tones; a morass path of which
I cannot recall, awaits for me
in the appalachian springs,
and renders a song
that would leave the hummingbirds in awe;
will my heart feel peace
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Oh Tempest!
Published on Wed, 6th Aug 2025 at 23:35
by William Troup
Oh tempest, break the adamantine waves,
and let this habitation breathe; what of
the strakes that break the hull?
a home for those smaller than thee.
Upon the mast, our dreams are tied,
as we await the gales abatement; what of
sails that flail from the yards?
a
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Horsemen
Published on Tue, 5th Aug 2025 at 22:41
by William Troup
Sick, is death, and riven with plagues
and preachers toil for life; but wait,
famine is drunk on power, and fate.
Fallacies prevail with weapons aloft,
and heads await on remedies bled;
but wait, the conquests are fairly seen,
and death unveils his throne,
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Published on Tue, 5th Aug 2025 at 00:53
by William Troup
reflectionhopefuturefeartime 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 ...
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 ...

Peonies Suffice
Published on Mon, 7th Jul 2025 at 23:43
by William Troup
Peonies suffice
with the role of the dice;
think twice, did not, yet
thrice I tried,
and memories regale
the mewling advice.
Peonies suffice
with a hand on the dice;
wish twice, now thrice, yet
one is the face,
and memories aloft
in a gleeful
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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
lovejourneyfuturehopetime
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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Eyes
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 21:52
by William Troup
No eye, for this eye;
as for me, you are blind;
as unraveled as the sheets
that await before my sleep.
No rivulets seep from my skin,
no fallacies reign in the deep;
for time is a war of attrition,
nothing more than a tradition;
and what of me, you ask?
my
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A Poison Tree
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 14:39
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till
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A Bird, came down the Walk
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 14:34
by Emily Dickinson
A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass -
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad -
They looked
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Hope is the thing with feathers
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 14:33
by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the
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Light breaks where no sun shines
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 14:26
by Dylan Thomas
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of
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Fern Hill
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 14:25
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 14:13
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave
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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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On Desperate Waters
Published on Wed, 23rd Apr 2025 at 22:55
by William Troup
naturejourneyhope
On desperate waters, the ships do yearn
to reach the goal the wanderers bore;
as precarious sails flail in might,
their dreams lay silent in their native shore.
These hyacinths are yearning for new growth,
where a new sun rests in soils unknown;
the perfumed air
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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?

Hello Water
Published on Fri, 31st Jan 2025 at 22:22
by William Troup
naturereflectionlifeworld Hello water, fellow water, passionate in all your streams;
where you flow, one must know, yet still it evades me.
I sit beside you, never as two, and watch the world go by;
purest of parts, as forever my heart, continues to loiter here.
Dear water, clear water, immaculate with all your
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