Bottle
In this bottle
all I can see,
A tiny little boat
not very big to me.
The tiny blue waves
rolling to the shore,
That little ole boat
ain't sailing anymore.
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.
ladyinspiration’s Poems (7)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Lover | 2 | 04/21/2010 |
| He'll Be There | 0 | 09/06/2009 |
| To the One I Love | 0 | 09/06/2009 |
| Bottle | 0 | 09/06/2009 |
| Romance | 2 | 09/06/2009 |
| Man in the Moon | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Someone Help | 2 | 02/07/2009 |
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