Bitter Sweet
Bitter Sweet,
after the win that has been won way to early.
just so shame shows another's noble demise,
heaven transends masked as our modern trends,
Glorified and revered, a rested ear lay upon
these every words of insight.
Why shall such foolish loyalties plague us like a
zombies winter night.
Just for it all to be certain, in the end
it will be just that
the end......
soulwriter commented on Bitter Sweet
04-28-2010
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08-16-2009
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WinterFrost commented on Bitter Sweet
08-03-2009
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Restless | 7 | 12/21/2009 |
| Cracked | 5 | 10/03/2009 |
| Bitter Sweet | 7 | 08/03/2009 |
| woe is you, woe is me | 3 | 07/16/2009 |
| Me? | 5 | 07/16/2009 |
| On Display | 4 | 06/25/2009 |
| Named Price | 6 | 02/21/2009 |
| 9 to 5 | 14 | 02/19/2009 |
| Cold | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
| Puppet | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
| Listen | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
| Ego | 7 | 02/18/2009 |
| I quote | 5 | 02/17/2009 |
| Cycled | 7 | 02/16/2009 |
| ~*~Comin Home ~*~ | 3 | 02/15/2009 |
| Our Norm | 2 | 02/09/2009 |
| Numb | 6 | 02/08/2009 |
| mixed | 2 | 02/06/2009 |
| Father | 4 | 02/06/2009 |
| Inked | 3 | 07/16/2009 |
| Hold me close | 7 | 02/06/2009 |
| Pictures | 5 | 02/04/2009 |
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