5 (From, Picture Poems 5)

Dark shadows plays
desire will sleep

the glass white rays
chillingly deep

fading now
to the dark bow

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Picture Poem #74 (From, This Is My Wasteland)

Spirits
soft in pride

bleeding truth
and colors

painted bitter fruits
the salvation of our souls

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Picture Poem #198 (From, This is my Wasteland)

The cold
caresses the room

in frail and soft
images

silver pink red
yellow flowers

overflowing the pots

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Picture Poem #141 (From, This is my Wasteland)

High waves
of riding dolphins

the curly hues
tossed on
to brown white
soft beach sand

boundaries extending

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Picture Poem #212 (From, This is my Wasteland)

Morning fresh
with sound of rustle wind

at the treetops
blowing sunset leaves

tomorrow's
a hunter of dream

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black diamond heart (From,134 Picture Poems)

black diamond heart
o crying love

despair in
a bliss mirror

eclipse seas
of my heart beats
bewailing or lost

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Picture Poem #216 (From, This is my Wasteland)

Ghost like days
by lighthouse stars

silent seas
and somewhere ships
in mist of fog

echoes
from the gone ways

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Picture Poem #200 (From, This is my Wasteland)

Women are pearls
like goddesses from lust

silky soft red lips
and beauty

the passion angels
attracting rivals

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Picture Poem #213 (From, This is my Wasteland)

Hungry birds
fly in tomorrow's wind

with mornings river
like fresh dew

sunrise and sunset
painting the leaves

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Picture Poem #296 (From, This is my Wasteland)

Inside the deep
with every cold

outside solitude
glacier
and beneath the iceberg

a warm desire
runs the river

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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