SORROW
Perhaps the hurt
Will not subside,
Perhaps the wound
Will never heal,
And, yes, my scar
I'd like to hide,
Hence, my soul
Not to reveal!
S. Passione
12/09
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.
Sonetto’s Poems (16)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
| TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
| TIME TO SAY FARWELL | 1 | 09/07/2023 |
| WHEN MY HEART | 0 | 06/02/2020 |
| BEYOND | 0 | 06/24/2015 |
| SORROW | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
| LONGING | 1 | 12/04/2009 |
| HOPE | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| THE END | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| OBLIVION | 0 | 09/03/2009 |
| MYSTERY | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
| LONELINESS | 2 | 11/03/2009 |
| ETERNAL SONG | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| SUNSET | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
| SUNRISE | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
| SPRING (To my daughter) | 2 | 08/21/2009 |
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