untitled
I stand here looking at
The ocean, letting the
wind play with my hair,
pulling it back and
whipping it forward.
I listen to the waves
tilting my head to the
sky and closing my
eyes.
the air smells like the
ocean, pure and calm.
I hear someone call
to me, and I turn to
see who. my
friend is calling my
name, and I wave to her,
a smile on my lips.
I turn to fast, and
the rock crumbles
beneath my feet.
I lose my balance,
and tumble down
to the waves crashing below.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| My Masks | 2 | 05/14/2010 |
| Silence | 0 | 04/14/2010 |
| An antique mirror | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Pain | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 4 ways | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 3 ways | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Anything for love | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| The music of a four year old | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Off the wall | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Let me end this sorrow | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Like rain | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Life is | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| a group poem | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Overheard | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 6 ways | 0 | 12/11/2009 |
| In My Mind | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| Silent Tears | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| Knife Kiss | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| if you lie | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| dreams | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| life? | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
| Just one... | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| pitter patter | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| never | 2 | 11/12/2009 |
| Wrist Blood | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
| i can't... | 3 | 03/18/2009 |
| Real Friends | 2 | 03/18/2009 |
| sometimes.... . |
3 | 03/18/2009 |
| My Eyes | 3 | 03/18/2009 |
| Run away... | 1 | 03/18/2009 |
| Love.... | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| I'm Sorry...... | 2 | 03/18/2009 |
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