A New Dawn
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| WHY? | 2 | 03/07/2009 |
| New Life | 0 | 03/07/2009 |
| A New Dawn | 0 | 03/07/2009 |
| Final Dawn | 0 | 03/07/2009 |
| My Lord | 4 | 03/04/2009 |
| My Stars | 1 | 03/02/2009 |
| An Iron Broom | 0 | 03/01/2009 |
| Dead Trees | 0 | 03/01/2009 |
| Inward | 0 | 02/27/2009 |
| Roses that don't smell | 1 | 02/27/2009 |
| The Feast | 1 | 02/27/2009 |
| Dedicated to nosy/preying people: | 0 | 02/27/2009 |
| Lost Love | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| The Old Railroad | 2 | 07/20/2009 |
| The Threads of Life | 1 | 02/24/2009 |
| The Goal is here and Now | 0 | 02/24/2009 |
| The Center of all Things | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
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