Music
The sound of music
is so great.
Its just like knocking
on heavens gate.
It can pick us up
it can bring us down
can make us smile
and make us frown.
It comes to us
in so many styles
its played in cars
sometimes for miles
Music speaks
to our souls
sometimes it even
makes us feel whole
As music goes
so goes our mood
as it makes
our emotions brood.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| To live | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Simple Truths | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Without You | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Music | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| We(a world perspective) | 0 | 02/17/2012 |
| Night and Day | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| A Sunny Day | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| My Little Girl | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Points | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Your Eyes | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| The Sky | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Alone in a Mansion | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Loud Noise | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| My Love | 0 | 02/10/2009 |
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