A drowned maiden's hair
Lungs burning,legs kicking,
eyes crying,
no air,
no life,
just another limp body on the edge of the water,
a battle that was lost,
morning over the loss,
but all anybody knows her as,
is,
a drowned maiden's hair.
A drowned maiden's hair
Lungs burning,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 |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
"Foolish mortal" | 1 | 12/10/2009 |
Untitled | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
Coner | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
Werewolf | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
Vampire | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
A drowned maiden's hair | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
I don't understand | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
Despair | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
A cold hearted, non-emotional person | 3 | 05/24/2009 |
Only a dream | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
I don't believe it | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
Soulless | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
Fearful Tears | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
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