Dream Girl
I listened here
Half asleep
To the angel I love so much;
Thinking of
The nights to come,
To kiss,
To feel her touch.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dream Girl | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| Gain and Lost | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| Hell | 1 | 05/20/2009 |
| Breeze, Bye Bye | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| The Night to Remember | 0 | 05/18/2009 |
| The Whisper | 0 | 05/18/2009 |
| Now a Days | 0 | 05/18/2009 |
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