"DESTINY"
The die is set,
Lots are cast,
The future isn’t the future,
Till today becomes the past.
Lots are cast,
The future isn’t the future,
Till today becomes the past.
"DESTINY"
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
"CONTROL" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"A POEM WITHIN A POEM" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"JUST LOOKING" | 1 | 05/06/2009 |
"POETIC PAIN" | -6 | 05/06/2009 |
"DESTINY" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"JUST WORDS" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"LITTLE DEATH" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"WRITER'S BLOCK" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"TIME HEALS" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"ABILITY" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
"POET'S PRIDE" | 1 | 05/06/2009 |
"When you forget" | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
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