Peace
When the lotus
blooms
and the moon
hovers over
the sea
spilling its light
on the
waves below,
a lover’s kiss
tastes as sweet
as aged wine,
and peace wraps
our world
like a warm,
soft blanket;
if not today,
I pray it is
tomorrow.
Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
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 |
| Eternal Stars | 0 | 03/14/2011 |
| You Chose To Love Me | 2 | 02/26/2011 |
| The Fishermen | 2 | 01/30/2011 |
| Lookng For Me | 3 | 01/29/2011 |
| Purple Fingers | 1 | 01/29/2011 |
| Seekers | 1 | 01/29/2011 |
| The Tiger | 1 | 01/25/2011 |
| The Painful Truth | 1 | 01/25/2011 |
| Wednesday Morning | 1 | 01/25/2011 |
| The Contessa | 0 | 01/24/2011 |
| The Desert | 0 | 01/21/2011 |
| The Aspen Trees | 1 | 01/21/2011 |
| Turner Mountain...fo r my mom |
0 | 01/18/2011 |
| The Pedestal | 1 | 01/18/2011 |
| Peace | 0 | 01/18/2011 |
| How Does It Feel? | 2 | 01/16/2011 |
| Africa | 1 | 01/16/2011 |
| The Day The Angels Cried | 2 | 01/15/2011 |
| The Park | 0 | 01/15/2011 |
| My Hero | 1 | 01/15/2011 |
| Where Sleep Waits | 1 | 01/11/2011 |
| Fairy Tales | 0 | 01/11/2011 |
| On Gossamer Wings | 1 | 01/11/2011 |
| Along The Shore | 0 | 01/10/2011 |
| I Am | 1 | 01/09/2011 |
| Green Balloons | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
| Come Here | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
| Far Away | 2 | 01/09/2011 |
| Even After All This Time | 2 | 01/09/2011 |
| Dreams | 1 | 01/09/2011 |
| To The One I Love | 1 | 01/08/2011 |
| A Star Fell | 1 | 01/08/2011 |
| Aragon | 1 | 01/08/2011 |
| The Silent Rain | 1 | 01/08/2011 |
| Reflection | 2 | 01/06/2011 |
| A Dream Of Hearts | 2 | 01/06/2011 |
| The Gentle Poet | 2 | 01/06/2011 |
| The Sea | 1 | 01/06/2011 |
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