The Crow
There is a crow
Thinking what I know
Just sitting there
With a shameless stare
There is a crow
Young, yet so old
Feathers a midnight black
With claws sharp as a tack
There is a crow
Who can be a foe
He is very witty
Yet, can feel pity
There is a crow
With a bottomless soul
Who looks so alarming
Yet, can be charming
There is a crow
Whose stories I've told
Who is so destructive
But can be seductive
There is a crow
That I want to show
Who can give love
And is gentle as a dove
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Wolf-Man | 0 | 01/30/2010 |
| The Crow | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| Sonnet | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| Walking Through Memory Lane | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| One Last Time | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
| Untitled #2 | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| The Rain | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
| Everything Zen | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| A Panic-Filled Night | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| Alone | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
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