STEVEN ROBERT HEINE

America's Poet


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FAVORITE LINKS:

The Bible in Chinese A site our many fine Chinese readers will enjoy!

上帝如此爱世界他给了只有他的儿子相信他被保存的那。 上帝在天堂爱您和地方为您做准备。 相信在耶稣和被保存。 告诉朋友God'好消息; s爱。

The Bible in Russian A site for our Russian Readers!

Бог любит вас. Он приготовил место на небесах для вас. Быть спасены кровью Иисуса Христа и радуется. Читать Библию и доли спасения с друзьями и семьей. Расскажите им о любви Бога к ним также.

The Bible in Ukrainian A site for our Ukrainian Readers!

Бог любить вас. Він приготував місце в небі для вас. Шукати спасіння через кров Ісуса Христа. Читай Біблію і поділитися хорошими новинами. Розкажіть своїм друзям і родичам, що вони також можуть бути врятовані. Бог любить їх теж!

Bible in Spanish

Dios tan amó el Mundo que él dio a Su único hijo que quién alguna vez creyó en Él debería heredar la vida eterna. Busque a Dios y usted lo encontrará. Sepa que Él le ama y ha preparado un lugar para usted en el cielo. Él salvará usted y toda su familia. Encuentre una iglesia para el compañerismo y lea la Biblia cada día. ¡Dios le ama! Créalo y búsquelo.

Church Finder - Enter Zip Code!  Find a nearby church to enjoy good fellowship.

Hong Kong Poetry dot com  A new site in Hong Kong by Steven Robert Heine. Local information and links.

Oregon For Fun. com an Oregon travel site. This site has become a hit! It features a different view of SRH.

America For Fun. com Cams and travel information for all of America.

Oregon Poetry Dot Com 'One of the best poetry sites in Oregon'.

Washington D.C. Poetry Dot Com Poetry news and information from our Nation's capitol.

上帝爱你。他已经为你准备在天上的地方。邀请耶稣进入你的内心和请求原谅,并受洗。网上阅读圣经,发现在香港的服务。我会看到你在天堂。耶稣死了,你和一飘柔永远。


Steven Robert Heine is one of America's leading poets. He is the author of nine volumes of poetry. He began by pitching his poetry at Fairs. Now he advises schools and Fairs around the World on how to setup poetry contests. His poetry is taught in schools around the World. We hope you enjoy the new format. We have tried to include as many poems as possible on this site.

At seventeen Steven Robert Heine was honored for heroism for saving the lives of two children in a daring rescue in Salem Oregon.

After graduating from college with two degrees, he began to immediately publish his poetry and sell it at State Fairs.  Books signed in those early years continue to circulate to collectors through the internet and generate interest.

This site is created for schools and friends to find the poetry of Steven Robert Heine. We'd love to hear from you. Write us at: Steven Robert Heine

QUOTES: from Steven Robert Heine

"You can't blame a poor man for trying!"

"If you have family, tell them you love them every day. You never know when you might not get another chance. And if you don't tell them you love them, how are they going to know?"

"In Eternity we are young!"

"I have learned one thing about clams: they can hide but they can't run!"

We are getting readers from around the World! Many thanks to readers in the Netherlands! Many thanks also to friends in Ukraine! In the late 1990's hundreds of books were donated to schools around the World. This project has replaced that by providing poetry to schools for free through the internet.

If you would like to try some fun new sites by Steven Robert Heine, you might try:

Hong Kong Poetry dot com A new site in Hong Kong.

Oregon For Fun. com an Oregon travel site. This site has become a hit! It features a different view of SRH.

America For Fun. com Cams and travel information for all of America.

Oregon Poetry Dot Com 'One of the best poetry sites in Oregon'.

Washington D.C. Poetry Dot Com Poetry news and information from our Nation's capitol.


INDEX

1) FAVORITE LONG POEMS -------2) FAVORITE SHORT ROMANTIC POEMS-------3) FAVORITE SHORT POEMS 4) HUMOR--------5) POEMS FROM 'A WINTER'S HARVEST'. ----------6) POEMS FROM 'AUTUMN MAGIC' 7)POEMS FROM 'SPRING RAIN'----------8) POEMS FROM 'OF SUMMER'S LOST'--9) POEMS FROM 'THE CARPENTER'---10) CHRISTMAS POEMS--11) POEMS FROM ANGEL  12) POEMS OF EPITAPH.  ALSO: FAIR POETRY CONTESTS .

Near the bottom of this page are most popular parts of the introductions to: OF SUMMER'S LOST and AUTUMN MAGIC.


1) FAVORITE LONG POEMS

In My Dreams

In my dreams

all wrongs are righted,

all sins are forgiven

all wounds are healed.

 

In my dreams

all lost friends are found

all loved ones are united

all pain is forgotten.

 

In my dreams

laughter replaces anger

smiles replace frowns

and love replaces hate and fear.

 

But then I awaken

and I realize that I cannot fix

everything that is broken in the World.

And I decide to try to make it

just a little better somehow.

 

 

© copyright 2004 by Steven Robert Heine.

 

A WEDDING POEM

 

This day you shall rejoice together,

for in your hearts love's spirit flows.

 

Stand tall and proud and walk together,

as through the years your young love grows.

 

The silver moment, locked in time,

when you would somehow meet...

 

has caused your souls to cry with joy,

and raised you to your feet.

 

Take now the cup of God's provision,

and drink richly through eternity.

 

For in His Plan from time's beginning....

your love was meant to be.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

DAWN

 

I count the moments till I see you,

but always they are too many.

 

In years long lost, I starved for love,

but never had I any.

 

The daughters of the darkened moon,

played painful games that left me cold.

 

But honest eyes of rarest warmth,

have healed my wounds with love untold.

 

I see your smile as sunset bursts,

upon the deep blue sky.

 

With courage born to soar the stars...

I shed my gloom and fly!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

AMERICA

In Humbletown a flag still flies.

Floating proudly in the breeze.

 

And down below the farm folk toil

in fields that roll like lush green seas.

 

A builders hammer pounds the air,

as a church is raised from virgin wood.

 

Three children play, not far away

in a park built where a shack had stood.

 

An old man looks out from his porch

exclaiming with a heavy sigh:

 

"America, America

long may your proud flag fly."

© copyright 2003by Steven Robert Heine

I WANT YOU

I want you when you're weak.

And I want you when you're strong.

 

I want you when your mind

is upon me all day long.

 

I want you when you're captured

and I want you when you're free.

 

I want you when you're women enough

to surrender yourself to me.

 

I want you when you're wild

and I want you when you're tame.

 

I want you when you're lost

and gently call my name.

 

I want you when you need me

and I want you when you don't.

 

I want you always to love me,

but I'll walk away if you don't.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

LADY

I bathe my eyes in the beauty of your face,

and drink the warmth of your smile.

 

I'm charmed by the temptuous tones of your speech

and the gracefulness of your style.

 

The sweet vibrations that your young heart sends me,

stir hope within my soul.

 

My spirit awakens and leaps out toward you,

with a passion that I can't control.

 

I doubt that I dare be so rich

as to spend a sweet evening with you.

 

Still I offer my praise to the loveliest lady

that a poor man like me ever knew.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

WAITING FOR THE RAIN

Broken chains on window panes,

 waiting for the rain.

 

I think I'd like to see you,

one more time again.

 

Yes it's true that friendships do,

often really die.

 

But I just accept the fact;

I ask no one why.

 

Strangers make the best of friends

and friends do act so strange.

 

Sometimes I think, it's rather sad

the way that people change.

 

I'd stay right here forever

if I thought perhaps I could,

 

because I truly doubt 'goodbyes'

are really quite so good.

 

I carry with me all the love

that I once felt toward you.

 

And I hope that one day once,

you felt you loved me too.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

A BIRTHDAY POEM

Aging I don't mind so much,

as the changes of growing old.

 

The girls you chase don't run so fast,

it's a dangerous sign I'm told.

 

You go to bed much earlier

and need to sleep in late.

 

You walk down to the produce store,

whenever you crave a 'date'.

 

You think about those starry nights

when lines rolled off your tongue.

 

But now the lines roll off your brow.

And you're... just not as young.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

BACHELOR BLUES

My feet are quite unsteady, and I fear that I might falter.

I'm not sure that I'm ready to be taken to the alter.

The organ music chills me as I stumble down the aisle.

But I'll do this if it kills me... and I bravely fake a smile.

 

My bride now blushes shyly yonder at her father's shoulder.

The old man is grinning slyly and it makes my blood run colder.

I hear some women weeping (old girlfriends I'm quite certain).

For my final hour of bachelorhood now nears it's final curtain.

If I by chance forget my lines, I've plenty other lines to use.

And now that I think back on it... those might cure my BACHELOR BLUES.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

The Unwanted Tenant

I rented a pad
on lake Moldytoe,
where the wildlife ran free.

I watched a cockroach
skirt across the sink,
and smiled contentedly.

Then all of a sudden
a rat spoke out loud
in a language that I understood.

He said to a mouse
as they leered up at me:

"Well, there goes the neighborhood".

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

Bronze Idols

Heroes
placed on pedestals,
often crumble
when they fall.

Greatly hated
for the simple fact
that they're human
after all.

I've got lots of things
I'd like to do.
And I'm doing
all I can.

But please remember
that I'm really just
a very
common man.

© copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine.

FACING LIFE

I should search for my POCKET WATCH,

but I just can't find the TIME.

And I need to call a BANKER, but I haven't got a DIME.

 

I've been meaning to enroll in a MEMORY course,

but I keep FORGETTING about it.

A friend said 'POSITIVE THINKING' would help,

but frankly you know, I DOUBT IT!

 

A dear lady had a BROKEN HEART

and asked me 'what to do?'

I simply smiled knowingly and handed her some GLUE.

 

A psychiatrist had a breakdown;

the poor man shuddered with fear.

I told him he should SEE himself and let him to a mirror.

 

The more I get life FIGURED OUT, the more CONFUSED I get.

I was hoping my ship would COME IN soon,

but they haven't even BUILT it yet!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

SOMETIMES

Sometimes, I scold myself,

for my mumbling and stumbling and carrying on.

And I think: 'My gosh, my face is turning red again'.

And I try to hide inside myself until the embarrassment is gone.

 

Sometimes, when a beautiful lady stands trapped in a moment,

I stroll causally over to convince her I'm boring.

My words creek out as she smiles politely,

but my shattered pride is beyond restoring.

 

Sometimes, I get a feeling

that I wasn't cut out for this business of living.

I'm not hard enough or smooth enough,

and someone's always suspicious of the friendship I'm giving.

 

Sometimes, I want to quit,

for my heart is like a closet, dark and empty.

But then I think: 'I've done a little good at least.

And better things, maybe, are still waiting for me.'

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

 

THE CANDIDATE

 

His close friends huddle around him now;

it's come to this at last.

For the great campaign is over,

and all debating past.

 

In the midst of these few though,

his secret thoughts he shares.

Then he bids many pardons

and slips quietly downstairs.

 

He turns on an old television set

and sits intently before the screen;

as he thinks of his opponent

and all the people both had seen.

 

A thousand thoughts flash through his mind

as he hears he's 'two percent behind'.

Is it really so? What...? No, no wait!

They've brought their figures up to date!

 

He's leading now, but his margin is slim.

Still a wave of excitement pours over him.

Friends cry aloud from stairs above

and race to shake his hand.

 

He turns confused, still in his dream,

then seems to understand.

Through pink champagne the telephone,

rings meekly far away.

 

His great opponent greets him

with a voice as thick as clay.

'I notice that... you've nearly won...

I wish you all the best.

 

These past few months have sure been rough and...

gad I need a rest.

But don't forget the things I said

and echoed time again.

 

For even though tonight I'll loose,

let's let the people win.

And strangely then a friendship glows as weary warriors pause.

For not so different were the hopes that drew them to their cause.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

ONCE A RACEHORSE

Once a racehorse born in time,

to fight against the mocking hordes.

Cursed to plow a farmer's field,

he rose to meet the race of Lords.

 

Beside the multitudes he stood,

stumbling, shaking at the first.

Determined ever in his quest,

his legs leaped forth with one great burst!

 

A thousand knights stood on their toes

to watch him duel the pious kings.

And then they wrapped him in the joy

that victory over hunger brings.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

THE LOST KING

Frog eyes, mud pies and days gone by.

When I was a boy each day brought new joy

and I never knew how to cry.

Up a strawberry hill I'd climb for the thrill

and pronounce myself a king.

I'd wave my hand across the land

and command the earth to sing.

And the earth would obey and the plants would sway

and rubies would appear at my feet.

Then I'd smile with pride, feeling hungry inside

and choose a strawberry to eat.

But those days flew past and I grew old fast

and now live in crumbling health.

Though I still recall being king of all

and living in infinite wealth.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

LILIES

Writing, I think is for younger men.

Whose eyes see more hope than mine.

Whose pens float freely through the night,

like cups overflowing with wine.

Writing is for dreamers, whose dreams like roses bloom.

Who hold the hearts of the World in their hands

as they sit alone in their room.

Writing is for less freer men,

who have never been chained by defeat.

Unscarred by love and courageous by habit,

they conquer each hurdle they meet.

Writing is for less wise men, who have never known great pain.

Believing in beauty as much as themselves,

they create again... and again!

So the lilies of the field do blossom in the spring.

Falling gently to the earth when they've given everything!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine


2) FAVORITE SHORT ROMANTIC POEMS

THANKS

'Thanks for that pretty smile of yours,

and 'thanks' for being you.

Thanks for the kind of understanding,

that till now, I never knew.

Thanks for the way you listen,

as I slowly ramble on.

And 'thanks' for your love as I draw you close,

when the rest of the World is gone.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

IN COMMUNION

Lady of the sulking shadows,

I can sense your moods.

The smiles unborn,

the jealous doubts,

he icy interludes.

 

With tender care

I stroke your heart,

lest it somehow be broken.

In deep communion

with your soul

through words that go unspoken.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

A DEEP LONGING

I wish you weren't so far away.

So horribly, terribly far.

I want very much to share your laughter...

but far away... you are.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

DREAMER

Look far away

for a little while,

and tell me the dreams

that you see.

From the fountain of love

that flows from your heart,

great things will soon come to be.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

A REQUEST

You cannot see

the silver seeds,

my restless soul hunts after.

But hold me now,

inspire me

with love and pain and laughter.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine.

OASIS

You were first

to fill my glass.

 

Sparkling love

you freely shared.

 

Thousands passed

my wretched way.

 

But none till you,

reached down and cared.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

SUNSHINE

 

You are in my heart

and there to stay.

Like the sunshine

you warm me,

in a special way.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

YOU

 

What did I do...

without you?

Whatever did I DO

without you?

You brought a joy

that my

life never knew.

What did I DO

without you?

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

THE HUG

Is the purest,

simplest,

most longed for

act of human compassion.

Yet how many people

go for weeks without one?

Hugs are guiltless,

painless and generally delightful.

And you feel far more human

when a good hug is done.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

HOPING

Somewhere the lady waits, I pray,

whose smile might stir

my sleeping pen.

It slumbered off

from loneliness,

and I can't wake it up again.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

WHEN YEARS HAVE FLED

Someday love, I know not when,

but truly we shall meet again.

When years have fled unto the sea,

fate shall bring you back to me.

 

That day together we will recall

the 'good times' now upon us all.

And then we'll laugh and shed huge tears

for the changes brought us by the years.

 

And you and I will speak of days

when we were careless in our ways.

Remembering things that went unsaid,

the day before the years had fled.

 

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

DREAMS

The dreams that wake me in the dawn,

and prey upon old wounds - half healed...

Are lovers lost, whose secrets kept

are then within my mind revealed.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

 


3) OTHER FAVORITE SHORT POEMS

ALONG THE WAY

 

Fame and fortune

don't amount to too much.

For what matters most

is the lives that you touch.

 

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

OCEANS

All my life,

all my emotions,

have come

rushing at me

like vast swirling oceans.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

HAPPY NEW YEARS

In every year

if a man is lucky,

 

he'll meet two or three people

who become true friends.

 

And he'll set new places

at his table of feasting

 

as he celebrates

when at last the year ends.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

LOOKING AHEAD

I talked pollytics with a pollywog

who glowed with great ambition.

 

He said: 'I can't wait to become a frog,

in the throat of a politician'.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

HARD TIMES

The recession ruined my uncle 'Nerp'.

He walks with his back slowly bent.

He invested a million in a cologne company,

and today he hasn't a scent!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

TO PASS THE TIME

I'll be famous (post mortem),

if I live that long!

But while I am waiting, I'll keep writing strong.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

A SOGGY NATIVE

 

I'm as used to Oregon

as a duck can get.

But I still wish the rain here

wasn't quite so wet!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

WORDS OF WISDOM

Never trust an 'expert'

read the words on a child's shirt.

For if he REALLY knew

what he was talking about,

he'd probably still be a 'pert'.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

A MODERN POEM

The skies are full of falling stars.

Sad heroes never meant to be.

They burn so bright... so brief a time,

then plunge into the sea.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

LIFE

Life itself,

is poetry.

I merely wait

for the words

to grow clear to me.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

THE REAL ENEMY

 

I'm not afraid

of defeat at all.

But I greatly fear lacking

the courage to try.

For to fail is to proudly

display your scars.

But to do nothing reaps shame

when the future asks: 'why?'

 

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

 

ALONE

I miss the girl

that misses me.

Her smile I paint,

in endless songs.

 

I wish to God

that it would be,

that she'd stay here

where she belongs.

 

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine


4) HUMOR

DONUT

 

Waiter!

My donut has a hole in it!

I'd like to complain to the management!

I've got a hole in my sock and a hole in my shoe

and a hole in my pants and my elbow too!

And oh, but it makes a proud man hurt,

to find a hole in the donut he's served for desert!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

SECRET WEAPON

Life has its 'ups and downs' I know.

But I've learned a little trick.

The 'downs' can't hold you very long...

if you've got a pogo stick.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

LOOKING BACK

Once times were when times were rotten.

Oh Lord, I had forgotten.

With laughing tears my diary,

recalls my falls to memory.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

A DISTRESSING DISCOVERY

I was downtown dressed in my Sunday best,

when it was my misfortune to meet...

an old bum just about my size

who stopped me on the street.

I handed him a quarter

(for wealth is meant for sharing),

when suddenly I noticed that the bum had on...

the same suite that I was wearing.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine


5) Poems From A WINTER'S HARVEST

UPON A DISTANT WIND

My mind is now on fire with the restlessness of youth.

And I tell myself that I'm going away and I know that it's the truth.

These past few months I've often dreamt of places I could see.

But the time has come to dream no more for adventure beckons me.

A distant wind sweeps swiftly by and I shiver deep inside.

Then I grab my few belongings and quickly hitch a ride!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

THE SEARCHER

Everybody's friend and nobody's lover;

ever a candle burns.

Somewhere within the hordes of men,

one lonely heart still yearns.

Ever a night and ever a day,

the quiet watch is kept.

Always the eye upon the way

and never a moment slept.

There come those with hearts of gold,

but not for one so poor.

And the loneliness does chill his soul

and he watches the way some more.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

THE CENTURIAN

The morning sweeps around her now

in ever grayer shades.

She reaches out for yesterday.

But suddenly it fades.

 

She frowns and puts the coffee on

and toasts a crumb of bread.

And greets aloud the sleepy dawn

that warms her weary head.

 

She sets her meal upon her plate

and mutters a quiet grace.

Then slowly eats in solitude

and tidies up the place.

 

She glances anxiously at the clock

then fetches her cloak and cane.

And soon begins her daily walk

to the chapel and back again.

 

The forgotten child of a century past

she trudges slowly on.

Till death does take her home at last

to the place her friends have gone.

 © copyright 2009 by Steven Robert Heine

 

LADY

Lady tell your children,

about a man they never knew.

A man who still carries within him,

the love he's always had for you.

When you tuck your children in at night,

tell them stories and nursery rhymes.

And whisper of a man that you loved long ago,

in your earlier years, in the sweetest of times.

Lady tell your children

about a man they've never known.

A man who still lives in the fading past,

loving you there and forever alone.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

HARVEST OF LOVE

I believe in God and He believes in me.

And He provides the inspiration for my poetry.

I didn't ask for this gift; it was quite a surprise.

But by the sweat of my brow

it will bloom in full, before His eyes.

My life is short and my goals are many.

And I fear I might die before I accomplish any.

But I hope He may find when my life is done,

a harvest of love, that my labors have won.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

ONLY THE RAIN

I sit in a lonely Portland apartment

listening to the quiet rain.

And I think of my days in the City of Peace

and the friends I’ll never see again.

 

Why I came here people often ask

why I left home no one knows.

For only the rain understands my task

and each day my loneliness grows.

 

Below me a man is stricken with cough

next door a pot pusher sleeps.

And the rain trickles down a worn out spout

as beside me a cockroach creeps.

 

But I work on into the night

setting loneliness aside.

My typewriter clicks quietly in the room’s dim light

like a carriage on a galloping ride!

 

The sweat trickles down the top of my brow

as excited hands hammer on.

And such is the beauty of the birth of words

that I don’t notice the coming of dawn.

 

Soon there in the shadows of daylight I sit,

exhausted by my labor of love.

But my work must be finished and only then will I quit

and it’s that day I keep dreaming of.

© copyright 2009 by Steven Robert Heine

 

 

AT SEVENTEEN

I know not where I go from here,

but pray that God might bid me well.

My youth has seemed to disappear;

what lies ahead I cannot tell.

 

I've walked alone these past few days

and felt the sun and talked to birds.

I've looked at life in many ways;

for what I've found there are no words......

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

RUPERT KING

Forever a failure who had never once won,

poor Rupert had lost in all he had done.

A pauper king who wore the crown of a dunce,

Rupert ever dreamed of winning just once.

Beside the sea upon gold twisting sands,

Rupert sat with his head in his hands.

His life flowed before him, (for what it was worth),

and he pondered his troubles

since the spank of his birth.

He searched for a challenge at which he might win.

'A feat not accomplished before or again'.

In the ocean before him the waves turned and tossed.

And it occurred to Rupert to swim across!

He arose and ran down from the shore exclaiming:

'it's not been done before!'

And the sea engulfed him with a mighty roar.

And Rupert King was last no more.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

OLD MAN

Sad eyes begat his wrinkled brow;

they treat him like a child now.

An old mind searches through the haze,

for traces of the 'good old days'.

And yet all know his time is past.

The golden years are gray at last.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

A HUMBLE ADMISSION

What would you say if I told you I loved you

and offered a love that was real?

Don't walk away as I humbly admit it

because that's the way that I feel.

I know we've been friends for an awfully long time now

and it'd be tragic if our friendship did end.

But I just have to tell you that I've grown so to love you,

and now need you as more than a friend.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

SILENT THE CHILL

Deep is the valley,

and cold is the wind,

that blows

when love has gone.

 

And silent the chill;

of the midnight snow,

that cloaks tears,

that have been won.

 

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine


6) Poems From AUTUMN MAGIC

MARGE

There came one cool, crisp Halloween,

a princess I had never known.

Who led me to a World I had not yet seen,

but long had hungered to be shown.

Her eyes were like the Autumn moon,

her voice like the Autumn air,

and I feared my dream would end too soon,

as I drew her close and held her there.

 

Like tiny, precious drops of gold

were the moments that we shared.

Embraces were exchanged and secrets told,

but real love was never dared.

For she was destined to become but a memory

and I knew I'd soon have to go.

So I told her that she'd always be a part of me...

and she always will, I know.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

HARVEST OF LOVE

I believe in God and He believes in me.

And he provides the inspiration for my poetry.

I didn't ask for this gift; it was quite a surprise.

But by the sweat of my brow

it will bloom in full, before His eyes.

My life is short and my goals are many.

And I fear I might die before I accomplish any.

But I hope He may find when my life is done,

a harvest of love, that my labors have won.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

MICHIGAN WELCOME

The World it seems, has slipped into it's dreams.

Weary travelers snooze into the hours.

While the Michigan landscape burst forth in it's welcome

with green trees and bright roadside flowers.

 

Now and then they awaken,

glancing sleepily outward, their eyes absorbing the land.

And the bus rolls onward, to new cities westward,

through a richness they can't understand.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine


7) Poems From SPRING RAIN

OLD FEVER

It rains outside and rains within.

Despite small joys my fever burns.

An empty mood tugs at my sleeve

and restlessness again returns.

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

A WORTHY PROJECT

I think I'll paint the moon today.

Before the years all sssssslip away!

© copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine

IN COMMUNION

Lady of the sulking shadows,

I can sense your moods.

The smiles unborn, the jealous doubts,

the icy interludes.

With te