Whispered Promises
Promises whisperedwith roses of red
wither and die
leaving naught
but dried up
petals of hope
and piercing
thorns of despair.
--- Jaycee
Whispered Promises
Promises whisperedEyesOfRain commented on Whispered Promises
08-20-2012
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Crying Tears | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
Beauty | 2 | 07/27/2009 |
The scale | 1 | 07/27/2009 |
Foolishness | 2 | 07/26/2009 |
In the Silence | 3 | 07/20/2009 |
Humiliation | 2 | 07/17/2009 |
Wear's the Shape? (For my friend Jill) | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
Poetry | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
Smiles | 5 | 07/03/2009 |
Red White and Blue | 0 | 07/02/2009 |
Hypocrisy | 5 | 07/02/2009 |
Observation | 2 | 06/30/2009 |
Laughter | 3 | 06/29/2009 |
The Circle | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
Dear Robert Frost | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
The Face | 2 | 06/28/2009 |
Ugly Weed | 3 | 06/28/2009 |
Losing Her Mind | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
Anger | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
Truth Revealed | 3 | 06/26/2009 |
My Day | 1 | 06/26/2009 |
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