Waiting
Waiting for the rain to cometo cleanse my heart and soul,
that i may be reborn
and bloom like a rose,
though i know soon after,
i will wither,
and a part of me will die,
i will wait for each new rain
that i may live another lie.
Waiting
Waiting for the rain to comeA 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.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Progression of Life | 4 | 09/09/2009 |
Never Forget | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Muse | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Betrayed | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Dad | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
The Day I Lost You | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
Everytime | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
Falling | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
n/a | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Life's Lessons | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
Light | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
My Emo Poem | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
Over It | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Perceptions | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Silence | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Sleep & Wake | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
I Lost You | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Darkness | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
n/a | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Victory | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Breath | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Lost to Yourself | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Anxiety | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Isolation | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Waiting | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
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