Paths
Foot steps left inside the path, for us to learn the drawer’s wrath. They lead to futures and mistakes, to learn from the drawer’s past aches. We move along and learn there loss, to hope the paths never cross. The thought of creation is sublime, for we have made them all this time. But as we leave them, left on the land, they’re forgotten by the sandPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
vinsin22’s Poems (10)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Fallens Fall | 2 | 04/25/2011 |
| You get what you paid for | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| Blinded by sight | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| My Orchestra | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Paths | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Russian roulette | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| The First and Only Leap | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| One path | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| The Arena | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Consciousness | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
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