When Will
When will the pain stop ,
times tickin on the clock .
When will the peace behold us ,
or maybe never just cause .
When will the lies break ,
because i can't tell between fakes .
When will love conquer humans ,
if we believe we know it can .
When will tough times go ,
get up on your feet and let it show .
When will God know when ,
until he knocks on your door and say "Come in"
When will...
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Stuck | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| Confused Truth | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| Suffer My Painn . | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Teenage Meltdown | 0 | 08/01/2009 |
| Tell Me | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
| When Will | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| Maximum Damage | 0 | 07/18/2009 |
| You Said | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| Letting Go | 3 | 07/05/2009 |
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