asking the sea

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    asking the sea

     

     looking to the sea
    sitting in my sadness
    seeing waves come and go
    like my sorrow which come but never go
    felling lonely while people around me
    looking to the sky
    seeking heal to the stress
    asking the sea for a cure
     that heal my deep wound
     but it answer me with silence
    increasing load on my chest
    is that the end of my suffering
    is it going to heal
    or will i suffer the pain all my life?

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    scrye commented on asking the sea

    07-11-2009

    The sea can be very theraputic in its flow and sound. A broken heart tho, only time can heal. Very beautiful and poetic.
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    MrGee commented on asking the sea

    07-11-2009

    Very good. you paint a good picture inthe poem however, at times i loose the rhymn in the poem. I think you might add some additon words to your verses to help the flower of the poem. you might want to read my poem Nefer as an example of what I mean by flower. and thanks for allowing me to comment on your work.
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    PRober commented on asking the sea

    07-11-2009

    pretty deeply written, short, not sweet but I think I got the moral of the story! lol!
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    SilverGirl commented on asking the sea

    07-08-2009

    Wow ash this is really good.. very deep.. I hope that pain is lifted from you and that you are forever happy dear one.. Hugs.. SilverGirl
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    SilverGirl

    07/11/2009

    and wherever did you get that pic? hehe

    WinterFrost commented on asking the sea

    07-08-2009

    Isolation is one short step to Madness... not that you're not already there based on your pic... Nice poem.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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