Life
04-03-2014
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 |
| For Peace and Serenity | 3 | 05/16/2009 |
| Rose Colored Glasses | 2 | 05/16/2009 |
| Life | 1 | 02/25/2009 |
| Life is like | 1 | 01/31/2009 |
| our love | 4 | 01/28/2009 |
| A Butterflies Dream | 2 | 01/18/2009 |
| A Butterflies nightmare | 5 | 01/18/2009 |
| The Comparison Of Night To A Dream | 2 | 01/18/2009 |
| Untitled and Undecided | 3 | 01/17/2009 |
| Earth's Euology | 1 | 01/17/2009 |
| Le Morte De Lakugo:(Dialo gue with Lucifer) |
3 | 01/17/2009 |
| the light in the darkness | 2 | 01/17/2009 |
| Atmosphere (burning within it) | 4 | 01/17/2009 |
| Growth & Decay | 2 | 01/17/2009 |
| Webs In Windows | 2 | 01/17/2009 |
| lakugo's eulogy | 2 | 01/17/2009 |
| untitled: an answer to a question never asked | 3 | 01/17/2009 |
| morphinevs life: this from my myspace blog | 2 | 01/17/2009 |
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