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By Terry Collett
WOMAN ON THE BEACH WITH HER HUSBAND.
Poetry | Updated Mar 11, 2008 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
on January 15. Â© All rights reserved
Cigarette smoking is a personal choice, and non of the governments business. Drunks, and drunk driving are a far great societal risk than cigarettes and second hand smoke.
A Bunch Of Poems 3
of the invisible whisperer,
reveal themselves as waves,
These Things We Do
on November 22. Â© All rights reserved
Never a King in days gone by,
Spilling Hearts Ink
on December 5. Â© All rights reserved
The quill scratches parchment,
the bleeding begins.
The emotion guided hand,
conducts orchestrated verse.
The tactful artistic prose,
creates visualized panoramas.
The poetic scribe's inception,
spilling hearts ink.
As I lay upon the ground,
underneath a summer moon.
The silence of the night,
brings thoughts to mind.
In life there is always hope, many changes, many reasonings of one's heart. It is the spirit of life that allows us to grow and the helping hand of another that sometimes gives us strength.
A short story about what can happen/almost happen to girls at parties, and my own reflections on situations ive been put into.
For you if you ever hope for anything.
Most essentially inspired by a quote from The Architect from The Matrix: 'Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.'
In my opinion this is 100% the truth, while hope can...
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2007 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 0
By Little Miss Morbidity
I'm still working this, I wrote it at about midnight on November 26/27. I'm hoping to add some more. Please give your commetnts and suggestions.
(P.S this poem is NOT about death. Sleeping is sleeping in this poem.)
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
blloob blloob Please feed me
blloob blloob Can't you see
This is the second volume, which here means a sequel to the first, of Norbert's Random Poetry