My family
My siblings
close and far
too much time has gone by
lives lived
children born
some grown
let us be
somehow
a family
to share
to laugh
to talk
to enjoy each others company
let us find a way
to spend a day or two
together
for it would be joyous
my sister and brother
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Merry Christmas | 0 | 12/21/2009 |
| Im a Dancer | 0 | 12/11/2009 |
| Im....my...ow n...friend |
0 | 11/20/2009 |
| An Addiction | 1 | 11/17/2009 |
| My family | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| Gotta get some | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Reconnect Me | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| Love is the greatest | 1 | 10/10/2009 |
| Self Pity | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| I Know Now | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| My Teacher | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| Gods got your name | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| Dance....Like youve never danced before | 0 | 09/02/2009 |
| My childhood friend | 0 | 09/01/2009 |
| The Willow | 0 | 09/01/2009 |
| I call that Love | 0 | 08/28/2009 |
| Its been awhile | 2 | 07/05/2009 |
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