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!
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| 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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