Home
I love to be home,
Where it's quiet and peaceful.
Where my skills become honed
And I learn right from wrong
Where I can speak freely
And go where I want
Home is the place
Where I can be myself
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
Crystal14’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Silent of the Night | 0 | 09/16/2010 |
| Fall 2 | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| Fall | 1 | 04/27/2010 |
| Fall | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| My Lost Love | 2 | 04/27/2010 |
| Home | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| My Secret Love | 2 | 04/22/2010 |
| Beautiful Ocean | 2 | 04/21/2010 |
| Have You Ever Thought | 0 | 04/21/2010 |
| Ignored Gift | 0 | 04/21/2010 |
| Night | 0 | 04/20/2010 |
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