is there peace
confusion,anger with how people are.frustion that no one thinks like me.nightmares,trying always to shake the confusion.tears,rage then laughter,
sikwhit laughter.always that thought,is there peace
is there peace
confusion,anger with how people are.frustion that no one thinks like me.To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
Title | Comments | Submitted |
---|---|---|
Title | Comments | Submitted |
keep waitin by the tree | 0 | 05/22/2010 |
being a mother | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
thinking what should be | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
daddys girl | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
is there peace | 0 | 11/01/2009 |
dusting my knees off | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.