Unheared voice
I have a story forever untold,I cradle it everyday,with my hearts desire,Though it hurts within.
As the lights fade and the day ends,it is enriched further.
My tired heart rests.
Deep down,it cries and sighs,pines sneak beyond the closed doors,but it retires until eternity.
Alone,sinned,and torn for life!
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Heart broken | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Hope | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
| What more does it take for you? | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| What am I going to do if you let me go? | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Wrapped in your love | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| This never-ending something | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Alone,Exiled, and Disdained |
1 | 06/05/2009 |
| Not her another | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| To all of us | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Unheared voice | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Why did you have to walk out that door? | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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