The king
If you have no desire to talk to me then we shall not talk.Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Secrets | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
| The gentleman | 1 | 08/14/2009 |
| Unfinished poem | 2 | 05/26/2009 |
| The corner of my house | 3 | 05/24/2009 |
| Murder or Nightmare | 5 | 05/24/2009 |
| Shadows of the dawn | 2 | 05/24/2009 |
| The king | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| My ex has another | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| No Longer | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| The Animal | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| My heart's night | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Feeling | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| Pastor's Prayer | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Poem3 | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Poem 1 | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| Poem2 | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Midnight Train | 4 | 05/29/2009 |
| Poem4 | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| The Little Village | 7 | 05/29/2009 |
| The Dancer | 3 | 05/29/2009 |
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