OBLIVION
No regret, my love,
No sorrow!
Almost all, is now, oblivion;
All the days
You spent with me,
All those times
You said you loved me..
Now, all carved in a "farwell",
With no tears, or pauses,
With no accents
And no commas.
One period,
Just one period:
Immense,
Eternal,
Ruthless!
SP. 09/09
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
| TWILIGHT | 0 | 05/25/2024 |
| TIME TO SAY FARWELL | 1 | 09/07/2023 |
| WHEN MY HEART | 0 | 06/02/2020 |
| BEYOND | 0 | 06/24/2015 |
| SORROW | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
| LONGING | 1 | 12/04/2009 |
| HOPE | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| THE END | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| OBLIVION | 0 | 09/03/2009 |
| MYSTERY | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
| LONELINESS | 2 | 11/03/2009 |
| ETERNAL SONG | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| SUNSET | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
| SUNRISE | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
| SPRING (To my daughter) | 2 | 08/21/2009 |
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