Blue Eyes
Teardrops of old
Beneath the folds,
Desperate words will not
be heard.
Embroidered dolls smell
of mold.
Will his heart be ever cold?
Beneath the stars,
This man distorts what
exist in his heart.
Many faces may be seen.
But one is always hid behind
Big blue eyes.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Mine Forever | 0 | 02/07/2013 |
| humor | 2 | 06/18/2010 |
| Unfinished Past | 2 | 12/17/2009 |
| Night Fantasies | 1 | 11/02/2009 |
| Rapture Passage | 0 | 11/02/2009 |
| "Stolen Innocence" | 0 | 10/07/2009 |
| Internal House | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
| Blue Eyes | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| My God | 3 | 05/29/2009 |
| One Man | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| Streams of Life | 2 | 04/11/2009 |
| Mean Soul | 1 | 09/25/2009 |
| Locked Beside Me | 2 | 08/22/2009 |
| Sunny | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| Alive Forever In My Heart | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
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