A Lifetime Unknown
I fall on the floorA 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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| God's Favorite | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
| Drowning, How Cliché... | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Aphrodite | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Anxiety | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Alone | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Almost Like Breathing | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| All Is Lost | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Abandon | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Thousand | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Sympathetic Man? | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Step-Dad | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Single Touch | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A New Light | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Lifetime Unknown | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Glimpse Into You | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Friend | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Dream Come True? | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Beat Apart | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| *The Word | 3 | 08/20/2009 |
| (4) The Last Days - The Resurrection | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (3) The Last Days - The Crucifixtion | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (2) The Last Days - The Last Supper | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (1) The Last Days - The Garden | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
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