Our World
The French take baths once a week
Americans they never sleep
In China Town
They sell there goods
The middle east wish they could
Russia is surviving everyday
Korea always wants there way
The British are quiet
Japan wants to be rich
This is our World
One big Glitch
A 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 |
| Purity | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Tattered Teddy | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Ole Man River | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Faith | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Look to the sky | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Just for you | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Shadows | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Autumn | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Autumn | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
| Times are Changing | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| United States of America | 1 | 10/29/2009 |
| Razzlefandazz le |
0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Hurricane Katrina | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| A Fallen Angel | 1 | 10/29/2009 |
| Kings and Queens | 1 | 10/29/2009 |
| Understanding | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Future | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Vietnam | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Judgement | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| The Wild Wild West | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| The Wild Wild West | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| The Homeless | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Never meant to keep | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| My burning heart | 1 | 10/21/2009 |
| Hide and Seek | 1 | 10/21/2009 |
| Driven by the wind | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| I am an Angel | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| A message in a Bottle | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Pink | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| My Rock | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Our World | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Darkness | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| Your my Angel | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Loving Ways | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Altoro | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| My Feline Friend | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Growing | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| Mourning | 1 | 10/21/2009 |
| Never Knowing | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| New Beginning's | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
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