Category Archives: Poetry

Poems by William Smith

Near the River

There is a silent village near the river It flowers with a beautiful people The summer sun shares its bounty Their nature grows pure and strong This river flows from distant mountains Its clear water teems with watery life The … Continue reading

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Dangerous times

We live in dangerous times Every power has secret weapons The enemies around them have even more But the kings of hope see another way Their hearts do not waver. Their eyes see a world of light Their feet visit … Continue reading

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Thoughts of Love

My nights are filled with thoughts of love —          — love above the mountains          — love beneath the sea          — love beyond the stars But, by morning, every dream has fled —          — fled into the sighs of an enchanted … Continue reading

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Cold Nights

Cold nights in Chicago begin with a sunny day. Nome cold nights follow a blizzard. A cold Andean night begins with the whistling wind. Cold nights–never the same. Each place has its own magic. W. Wayne B. Poetry book: Eyes … Continue reading

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Toward the goal

How does a bird signal to the flock the path towards their goal? Am I going forward as my life tracks its course of constant motion? I talk to the walls. The silently embrace my voice. When I talk to … Continue reading

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Watching

I am watching the afternoon pass by. My sisters are here and we laugh. I have had a day full of joy. The drifting clouds are darkening. The full moon will be setting soon. I am ready to rest tonight. … Continue reading

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Peaceful in the Park

I sat alone in a simple park. People wandered by and they smiled at me. They laughed in their walk through the garden. Beautiful flowers filled my nostrils. Their scent brought me to a place of peace. I looked around … Continue reading

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