Thoughts
My final breath delivers a devastating blow,
Ghostly eyes look down upon all that they have known.
Me, myself and I have stood
Upon a broken bow,
Filled with broken hopes and dreams surviving until now.
And as I lay here,
dying slowly,
Breathing lightly,
Lying lowly.
I think of thunder
That pounds the sky
Things that will rage on
once I die.
And as my mind searches for a number,
my desires sek an everlasting slumber.
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 |
| Pain | 0 | 06/27/2010 |
| Storm | 1 | 06/27/2010 |
| Existance | 1 | 06/27/2010 |
| Bleeding | 0 | 05/05/2010 |
| Drowning in Love | 0 | 05/05/2010 |
| Sunset, Twilight, Night/ It Will Rain | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
| Silence of a Soul | 2 | 05/01/2010 |
| Pride | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
| Fear | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
| Love | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
| Heaven | 0 | 05/01/2010 |
| Guilt | 3 | 01/16/2010 |
| Sisters | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Love as you wouldn't think of it | 3 | 11/23/2009 |
| Confusion | 2 | 06/29/2009 |
| Roses | 1 | 04/10/2009 |
| Thunderstorm( haiku) |
2 | 04/09/2009 |
| White Tiger | 2 | 04/09/2009 |
| Mighty Mountain | 0 | 04/09/2009 |
| Sunset | 1 | 04/09/2009 |
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