Bound By Death
Time can not be ours.
All moments become worn.
Are we bound by death?
Have we come to die
as the water calm, will our hearts be
still as the days are long?
Do we leave behinds behind to
begin at endings end?
To feel our lives born again, will we throw away lost
memories of how it could have been.
We are bound by death.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| GLOW | 1 | 02/24/2010 |
| Tragedy #1 and counting | 0 | 02/24/2010 |
| Freeze Dried Memories | 0 | 02/24/2010 |
| Questions of a Poet | 1 | 12/28/2009 |
| I Learn | 1 | 12/24/2009 |
| Live and Learn | 0 | 12/21/2009 |
| Parents | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Cafe Thought | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| No Escape | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| Bound By Death | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| Dreams | 0 | 12/22/2009 |
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