Breathe
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 |
| Empty | 7 | 11/16/2008 |
| Departure | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| Morning | 0 | 11/16/2008 |
| Breathe | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| Invaded by Ants | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| Askance | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| 2 Friend in Need | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Growing Pains | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Alone | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| untitled | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Silence | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Sanity | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Poem to and in the style of Sylvia Plath | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Learning the meaning of Why | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Addiction | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Efshet | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Our Bridge | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Ode To A Pothole on 22nd Street | 2 | 11/15/2008 |
| Submerged Again | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Intimacy | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Waiting Room In a Maternity Ward | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
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