Haiku #1
The waves crashing by.
The edges of sharp wet rocks.
The clock freezes time.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
crystar12’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Can You hear me? Do You see me? Will You help me? | 1 | 08/23/2010 |
| The Only One | 0 | 08/03/2010 |
| Imagine | 1 | 11/12/2009 |
| Maybe | 1 | 06/03/2009 |
| Win | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Me Bein Me | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Me and My Court | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Random Haiku | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Haiku #1 | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Freind or Companion? | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
| New Life | 5 | 03/29/2009 |
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