dreaming
drifting into dream land, across the deep blue sky,Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| i am | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| these words sre for you | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| dusk til dawn | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| my emotion | 2 | 12/06/2009 |
| life is... | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| need | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| pain | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| beautiful dawn | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| destiny | 0 | 12/01/2009 |
| lifes journey | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| dreaming | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| shivver | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| forget the world | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| do you know me? | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| morning bliss | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| out of the darkness | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| life | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| i knew you | 0 | 11/08/2009 |
| darkness comes. | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
| lost emotion | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
| out of the windlow .. a poem for my babys | 1 | 10/31/2009 |
| Out of the window. | 0 | 03/30/2009 |
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