Little Ode
My love for you can never die
It’s in the stars, in the sky
It’s in all the things we’ve done
The wind, the rain, the snow, the sun
The proudest thing I have ever won,
is to be the one to call you son.
The happiest time’s I have ever had,
is when I heard you call me Dad.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| EVIL | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| Disenchanted | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| A poem of loss | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| Lies | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| She | 0 | 08/01/2013 |
| Last words of a sane man, | 0 | 06/26/2013 |
| untitled | 0 | 01/24/2012 |
| The Sadness | 1 | 01/23/2012 |
| last star | 0 | 01/13/2012 |
| SICK | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
| Little Ode | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
| HOPE | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
| The Pub | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
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