Versions Poems - Poems about Versions

Sorted in a cult, the moment you open your eyes one of the many things you don’t choose inclusion is what each one tries, by learning the culture, customs and taboos. Grow up with each other...Read the rest...

V1. County jail-revolving door-your home ...Read the rest...

there are no virgins despite popular belief always a pleasure...Read the rest...

The version you had of me Never existed Just an illusion You created. The story never ends I exist in different shades Hidden behind masks Or wearing tinted glasses. Mind games Spells to entice Cards played right A hidden fire ignites....Read the rest...

In that very moment When it matters the most It’s vital that I own it Yet when my wisdom ghosts It turns me to a liar Though I never meant to be I try and calm the fire But all arson...Read the rest...

why is it that i am left f o r s a k e n- fear has buried me in an abandoned forest of...Read the rest...

You were love’s surprise versed in romantic delight. Your love secured me cuddled and rapport entwined each time our hearts took time to flesh comfort align. I felt our lives were meant to fast coupledom attach in our own...Read the rest...

(V1) She mastered fatigue like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile (V2) ...Read the rest...

In Progress ver. 1 1. Imagine an Idea from which later a title will form. 2. Select a form, a kind of song, cadence, rhythm from your soul. 3. Allow the tone to be defined. 4. Sketch with words...Read the rest...

Time moves fast First to last A strange cast From deep core So much more How time spores Poise knows change Odd and strange In swift range Start clear poise Wit owns choice In brief voice Style knows cheer That lives here With you dear Night and day Come what may Love...Read the rest...

Isaac Albéniz's Asturias, Three Versions, Three Instruments I By Andres SEGOVIA, guitar, 2006 Man lopes up mast-pole Man lopes up mast-pole Man lopes up mast-pole And finds no maiden fair Who mimes his Asturian air II By Andronicus, piano version Man bikes...Read the rest...

The day you died, I was fully grown A proud parent, with children of my own All of me lost you, all of me cry But 5 year old me, keeps asking "why" That sweet little girl, you tucked...Read the rest...

1. I miss you still, all’s hurt and weeping, shrouding orb and stars, while nourishments a pot of poisoned love that in my desperation I consume cold on the ash of angers fiery words. 1. I sift and rake...Read the rest...

...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War' by Mark Helprin The old man stumbles, the young man swaggers with assurance. Stars of grace and suns of perfect promise point to journeys yet...Read the rest...

...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War' ...Read the rest...