Lost Soul
Spare him not oh cruelest eyesA 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 |
| No Echos | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| Never Cry | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Quiet Tears | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Lost Soul | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| The Answer | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| The Game | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
| The Other One | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Things | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Game Over | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Beware the Black Widow | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| Just Whisper | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| My Love | 1 | 06/03/2009 |
| Cry Not Words | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| That Day | 1 | 06/03/2009 |
| No Longer to Me | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Tunnel of Time | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Fragments | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Never Forgotten | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| In My Needing | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| The Rose | 1 | 06/01/2009 |
| Nightmare | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| No More Tears | 1 | 06/01/2009 |
| Forbidden Love | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
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