JhonBoy
Junior Member

I have been a poet since about the age of 13 or 14 give or take a year. It was my first conduit for expression at a very unnerving age. It has helped me to release myself of many personal demons, & thankfully I continue to write poetry today. Im open to helpful criticism, & I only hope to progress in the artform of poetic expression.

Joined: September 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

Submitted Poems 2 total

Gently they whispered & so the tree limbs gently whispered, bear not absence of due faith, & know that even the strongest & most noble of men, have once wept & trembled before us, If only I would have seen the piercing sun cut through the dawn... – *by Jhonny Wiederhoeft*	10 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
A shepherd of beauty For every withered rose, trampled beneath the concrete & gravel of our ways, there stood a shepherd of beauty, to gently remind us of the wonder & joyous color, that once freely leapt from its radiant... – *by Jhonny Wiederhoeft*	16 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

& so the tree limbs gently whispered,

bear not absence of due faith,

& know that even the strongest & most noble of men,

have once wept & trembled before us,

If only I would have seen the piercing sun cut through the dawn...

– by Jhonny Wiederhoeft

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added 2 years ago

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A shepherd of beauty

For every withered rose,

trampled beneath the concrete & gravel of our ways,

there stood a shepherd of beauty,

to gently remind us of the wonder & joyous color,

that once freely leapt from its radiant...

– by Jhonny Wiederhoeft

16 Views

added 2 years ago

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