Icey Endings
Blizards snow blows over my heartA 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 walked away | 0 | 10/26/2010 |
| my day | 0 | 10/26/2010 |
| My library | 0 | 01/08/2010 |
| Shadow's kiss | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| your words | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Wings on the wind | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| My World | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Briliant Soul | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Trapped from Freedom | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| She of Misery | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| My Age an Ode to the Troubled World | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Acid Tears | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Icey Endings | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| now or never | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
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