# 141
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| what if | 0 | 02/28/2010 |
| Check this out | 1 | 02/27/2010 |
| #136 (man in love) | 1 | 02/27/2010 |
| #138(sometime ) |
0 | 02/27/2010 |
| Buying u a drink | 0 | 02/27/2010 |
| #120 (nature) | 0 | 02/27/2010 |
| #121(DREAMS) | 0 | 02/27/2010 |
| Twister | 0 | 02/02/2010 |
| For my brother | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| #255 | 0 | 05/13/2009 |
| #234 | 0 | 04/19/2009 |
| WE ARE | 0 | 03/26/2009 |
| #145 | 1 | 01/21/2009 |
| #114 | 0 | 12/17/2008 |
| #113 | 0 | 12/17/2008 |
| # 141 | 1 | 12/04/2008 |
| #87 #89 | 0 | 12/03/2008 |
| #145 | 0 | 12/03/2008 |
| anthropos | 1 | 12/03/2008 |
| #112 | 1 | 11/27/2008 |
| #124 | 2 | 11/27/2008 |
| #131 | 2 | 11/27/2008 |
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