Love Creates
Think of your past
all the memories there,
and sift through the darkness of anguish, despair,
when shadows of doubt
fell deep in your mind,
and all appeared lost, no solace to find.
What dialogue followed between day and night?
Did you look on the good side,
give a good fight?
Or throwing your hands in the air with a shrug,
did you say "It's not my fault!"
remaining so smug?
We really create what we feel in our hearts,
if it's love, be assured
that you're doing your part....
BDIsernhagen commented on Love Creates
06-05-2009
06/05/2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Wonder or Whole Wheat | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| White Sands | 3 | 07/03/2009 |
| Success | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Piece of Me | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Breath | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
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| Whispers | 5 | 06/01/2009 |
| Reflections | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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