4 result(s) for Alan Gary Poems.
These poems are completely original - not copied from anywhere. Feel free to use them however you want.
Bridges of Time
In silence where the shadows play,
Alan's words like whispers sway,
Through pages worn, and ink anew,
They weave the threads that bind me to you.
With every line, a heart unites,
Across the years, through days and nights,
The timeless dance of souls entwined,
In poetry, our fates aligned.
Let starlit verses fill the air,
As echoes of the past we share,
For every stanza, every rhyme,
Is a bridge that spans the depths of time.
Brushstrokes of Dreams
In twilight's glow, where whispers weave,
Gary's dreams dance, a tapestry to believe.
With ink like stars, he paints the night,
Each line a journey, each word takes flight.
Beneath the moon, on papered seas,
He sails on verses, caught in the breeze.
A brush of hope, a splash of despair,
In the realm of dreams, he finds his prayer.
Colors collide, in harmony they sing,
From shadows of doubt, bright visions spring.
In every stanza, a world awaits,
Gary's soul laid bare, through poetry, it resonates.
Whispers to the Night Sky
In twilight’s hush, where shadows play,
Alan Gary speaks to the stars, far away.
With secrets laced in silken air,
He whispers thoughts, his burdens laid bare.
The moon listens close, a gentle confidant,
As winds weave tales that the heart may want.
Each twinkle, a promise, each cloud, a sigh,
In the embrace of darkness, his dreams learn to fly.
Soft echoes cradle the hopes he confides,
In the stillness of night, his spirit abides.
For in whispers to heavens, he finds his release,
A bond with the cosmos, a moment of peace.
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Dreams on the Porch
As dusk descends, the world turns gold,
Alan Gary sits, with dreams untold.
The sky a canvas, painted in hues,
He lounges back, to the evening's muse.
Whispers of twilight in the gentle breeze,
Thoughts drift like leaves among swaying trees.
Each star a wish, a secret he’ll keep,
In twilight's embrace, he finds a deep sleep.
Crickets are singing a soft lullaby,
As shadows waltz and the fireflies fly.
Time slows its race, night’s blanket unfurls,
Where dreams are born in the heart of the world.
