cherish
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 |
| Slipped Again | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| shattered | 2 | 05/22/2009 |
| pure and simple | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| forever more | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| cherish | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| In the Wind | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Alone | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| in the darkness | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Into the Night | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Shattered | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Late Night Reflections | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Struggle | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Struggles, grief, pain and darkness. | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| How do I? | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Just Wondering | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
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