These Letters
These small little litters that hold us tight, for which we wait,
To stir our lives;
I felt like some boy, when I looked at the sky,
To create your figure in mist and fog;
I do want to say, so many things to you,
So as to listen, stories from you;
But for sure we live in the realities of this world,
Some time doctor and other time friends will take us apart;
These small letters must hold us tight
TamiG76 commented on These Letters
05-22-2009
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 |
| Rain Cloud of Love | 2 | 07/04/2009 |
| Treasure for Life | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
| LIFE POEM | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| MY DOTCOM | 3 | 10/20/2009 |
| BY YOUR SIDE | 4 | 05/22/2009 |
| These Letters | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| When can I See those eyes | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Bless be the heart | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
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