I
I am like a bird
Left in the mist alone
I am like a rose that are
Died dreams you don't dream
Any more when anyone says
Food I think of candy
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
ajbella’s Poems (24)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| “HOME” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
| “BEING MAD” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
| the day i lost you | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| my mommy | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| MOM | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| hate | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| the other child | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| untitled | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| I miss you | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| the worse days | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| mommy | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| momma | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| missing mom | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| never | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
| out cast | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
| Sky | 0 | 01/29/2010 |
| come home to me | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| I am | 1 | 11/27/2009 |
| A Rose Bush For Mom | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Can You Hear? | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Wild Child | -4 | 11/27/2009 |
| I | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
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