Humans
Humans
We humans live our lives
Eyes closed, mouth shut, hearts sealed
We live each passing day with berried hate
That's within our souls
With eyes closed, mouth shut,hearts sealed
We miss the beauty that lies within our reach
Our minds can't look beyond,
We can't hear
We can't speak
We can't love
The pain we put on others an are self's
Is what will drive us insane
And
Will be the death of us humans
Written by: VBJ
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 |
| May it be | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Humans | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Twisted | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Weeping Willow | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Glass Eyes | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| The Lighthouse | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| God's Mercy | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Mother/Child | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Forget Me Not | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Face | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| ME | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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