Father
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 |
| When Gods arms are holding me tight | 0 | 02/25/2010 |
| I know You Love Me | 1 | 02/25/2010 |
| My Heart | 0 | 12/15/2009 |
| September | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| Mikes Final Goodbye | 3 | 07/20/2009 |
| Spokane | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Who Will It Be | 0 | 03/08/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 03/08/2009 |
| Father | 0 | 03/08/2009 |
| SaY LoVe | 0 | 03/08/2009 |
| Penning Poetry | 3 | 03/08/2009 |
| Little Sister | 1 | 03/08/2009 |
| In The Morning Light | 3 | 03/08/2009 |
| LoVe | 0 | 03/08/2009 |
| Cancer | 7 | 03/08/2009 |
| Grandma | 1 | 03/08/2009 |
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