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    Into the Willows: A Collection of Poems by Devin Burke
    Into the Willows: A Collection of Poems by Devin Burke
    Into the Willows: A Collection of Poems by Devin Burke
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    Into the Willows: A Collection of Poems by Devin Burke

    By Devin Burke

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    Th is book is a collection of poems that I wrote over the course of my childhood. There is no theme or focus, but simply an assortment of diff erent thoughts and emotions. Many of the poems refl ect the meaning of nature and life as I viewed them happening around me. Some writings are about me and my inner feelings, while others take up the perspectives of others.
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    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateMar 8, 2013
    ISBN9781477283714
    Into the Willows: A Collection of Poems by Devin Burke
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    Devin Burke

    Devin is a college student living in the Midwest. Poetry has been his passion since a young age and developed over his childhood. He is inspired by people and things around him. He never wrote with the intention of others reading it, but by writing poetry he inspired himself. Writing is his escape, a way out of normal life into the words he produces. From his favorite author Nicolas Spark’s the Notebook, “Poetry wasn’t written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without nderstanding.”

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      Into the Willows - Devin Burke

      © 2013 by Devin Burke. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 02/07/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-8369-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-8371-4 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012920004

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Special Thanks

      Poe’s Perfect Raven

      3 Parts of Green Grass

      Four Colors of Fire

      A Devils Look

      A Great Trickster

      Two Parts to a Heart

      Just a Myth

      Depth of a Poem

      A Poem of Time

      An Abstract Art

      Aching While the Wind Whispers

      After the World Ended

      Angels Creed

      Sand Filled Tear

      Beginning to End

      Bleeding Through

      Carved in Stone

      Cold of You

      Darkest Color

      Day and Night

      Dear Heart

      Desolate Window

      Dream of a Dream

      Dream within a Man

      A Different World

      Everlasting Dark

      Falling Darkness

      Forever in Ashes

      Grace of Words

      Hope of Men

      House with the Black Door

      If You Were

      Key to Life

      Leader of Flesh

      Life

      Life of a Tear

      Little Red Ball

      Lucifer

      Man’s Destruction

      Maybe

      Memorizing

      Mind of a Dream

      Missing piece

      A Mothers Grace

      A Mouse and a Crow

      Music of the Heart

      My Dark Place

      My Grey Sky

      My Guitar

      My Story

      Not a Day

      Purgatory

      One Day

      One Day a Raven sat on a Hill

      Our Day

      Puppeteer

      Raven for Love

      Room of Secrets

      Sad Day Good

      Seasons

      Shadow in a Painting

      Shall be Lost Shall be Found

      She Again

      Single Kiss

      Single Moment

      Sky of Red

      Something to Live For

      Story of a Man

      Stupid Little Boy

      Surprised

      The Castle Beneath the Snow

      The Castle on the Other Side

      The Darkest Room

      The Dreamer

      The Dusk that Beloved the Mourn

      The Dying sun

      The Legacy of You

      The Light in my Dark

      Fifteen Years

      The Nazi’s March

      The Old Tinker

      The One

      The Path with no End

      The Red Man

      The Soul of my Shoe

      The White Tree

      The World Bleeds

      Twisted Relations

      Under a Tree

      Untouched

      Valentine’s Day

      Waiting

      We Ended

      When I Look at Your Eyes

      When the Dusk met the Dawn

      When the Night Truly Ends

      Whisper in My Ear

      Why the Light

      Why the Sky

      Wishing Star

      Wise Old Man

      Cold December Day

      Before the Wise Man

      Defying Death

      Fear Me

      The Universe with Just one Star

      I’ll be your slave

      The Widow’s Tomb

      The Woodchips

      The Neverless Vision

      The River of Snow

      The Oldest Sorrow

      Magician of Souls

      Rose of the Old

      Silhouette

      Never Knowing Hope

      Past’s Treasure Chest

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      Special Thanks

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      I would like to give a special thanks to Mary Bowman-Cline for the wonderful paintings she provided for this book. She is an amazing artist and a fantastic aunt. You have been there for me to watch me grow, and you have shared in another part of my life, my poetry.

      Dedicated to my loving, caring, and supportive Mother, Debra. You are my rock, guide, and hero. Forever will I love you. And to my older brother Kyle. You will forever be missed.

      Poetry wasn’t written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

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      Poe’s Perfect Raven

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      With the night the wind blew, across the timid wet dew,

      And the trees that knew, would never say,

      Darkness becomes one with night, and with the moon of white,

      And the trees of mighty height, and the dark drifts away,

      The trees stopped blowing, and again the dark drifts away-

      But the raven just sat there, with nothing more to say.

      As I walk along I count the trees, as if there all a ring of keys,

      All leading to a different door all leading away,

      All with something new behind, something new to find,

      But when opened I am blind, to the bird that lay,

      And I watch the branch where the bird did lay,

      But the raven just sat there, with nothing more to say.

      Instead I walk past, knowing the stare won’t last,

      I walk fast as its eyes upon me sway,

      Looking me up and down, looking at me with his devilish frown,

      With teeth so brown, looking at the moon I pray,

      And the trees stop blowing as if he can hear me pray,

      But the raven just sat there, with nothing more to say.

      All my years I’ve tried to be perfect, and all my fears,

      Have all come true, in an imperfect way,

      But I’ve come to see, there may not be, a perfect me,

      And I’ve always wondered how to be, and I just have may,

      Once found how, but I shall eventually may,

      And I realize nobody will ever say.

      People hide in their rooms, engraving themselves in imminent tombs,

      They hide their secret of perfection, hide it away,

      They hide in a place, where they think they’ll find grace,

      But they show in their face, they show how grey,

      There no

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