Three Steps of Life
I slept so deeply
Remembering not my dreams
Memories emerged slowly
I ran hastily
Accountable for my dreams
Creating things to remember
I sleep ceaselessly
And acknowledge not my dreams
Memories vanished forever
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| A Longing for the Past | 0 | 05/01/2014 |
| Worth It | 0 | 05/01/2014 |
| Last Glimpse | 2 | 07/17/2011 |
| watching storms | 0 | 07/08/2011 |
| Renewed | 0 | 01/28/2011 |
| Winter | 0 | 12/12/2010 |
| Tranquil Fury | 2 | 12/12/2010 |
| All | 0 | 12/12/2010 |
| Abandoned | 3 | 12/11/2010 |
| Long I’ve Tried to Escape | 2 | 08/24/2010 |
| Idea of Sorts | 0 | 08/01/2010 |
| Three Steps of Life | 0 | 08/01/2010 |
| The Holy Place | 0 | 08/01/2010 |
| Walk the Walk | 1 | 08/01/2010 |
| Regrets | 0 | 08/01/2010 |
| Retorical Questions | 0 | 08/01/2010 |
| Lost Love | 1 | 01/02/2010 |
| Consructive Verses II | 0 | 12/10/2009 |
| Constructive Verse I | 1 | 12/10/2009 |
| Change Me | 0 | 12/10/2009 |
| Control | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
| Secrets | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Struggles | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| The Pillar of Life | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Looking Out the Window | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Bliss | 1 | 09/07/2009 |
| Hypocracy on Stage | 1 | 09/07/2009 |
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