memories
june will pass
then august
and september
every year
appears to
vanish faster
till you cave
and let the
mind surrender
memories
too broken
to remember
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.
Sleeves’s Poems (23)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| memories | 0 | 08/24/2012 |
| album | 0 | 04/26/2012 |
| turquoise | 1 | 03/27/2012 |
| delusion | 0 | 02/26/2012 |
| cold | 1 | 02/18/2012 |
| wife | 0 | 02/03/2012 |
| imprinted | 0 | 09/29/2011 |
| sepia | 2 | 08/09/2011 |
| emerge | 1 | 08/09/2011 |
| gravity | 0 | 11/18/2010 |
| Two haikus | 0 | 11/15/2010 |
| Strips | 7 | 07/27/2009 |
| The lone wheat | 3 | 07/09/2009 |
| Life that never was | 3 | 07/02/2009 |
| Tide | 4 | 05/15/2009 |
| I awake | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
| Lúthien | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
| Gone with the whales | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
| Picture | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
| Perfect looks | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
| You, here | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
| Scarred | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
| Fade | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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