how could you
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 |
| you and i | 0 | 04/13/2009 |
| keep on moving | 2 | 02/23/2009 |
| Faith | 1 | 02/23/2009 |
| hhh | 1 | 02/09/2009 |
| up all night | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| hate | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| thinking | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| all u poets | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| light | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| emo | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| sad | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| whit out | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| just go | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| poet | 1 | 02/05/2009 |
| life | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| one more day | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| how could you | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| love kills | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| why | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| that boy | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
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