• shanny8917
  • My own two favorite poems are "Train of Defeat" and "The Story of Sorrow"


Vines creeping up
   her back stairs.
No doors or windows.
No tables or chairs.
Do you smell her death in the air?

Winding staircase
   climbing high.
No sunlight or candles.
No screams or cries.
Do you see her flowers that died?

Big door creaking.
She sits alone.
No words are uttered.
She is nothng but bone.
Do you hear her lonely moans?

Broken hearted.
Lover lost.
No husband or child.
Her love was the cost.
Do you taste her bittersweet frost?

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

shanny8917’s Poems (19)

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Title Comments
Illusions Of My Marriage 5
I Can't Believe Its You 1
Who Am I? 2
You Ruined Me 2
The Devil Can Kiss My Ass 3
Coming To Terms 4
The Train of Defeat 4
That Door 1
Freedom 1
Actor 2
My Heart 4
Senses 0
Comfort 1
Sorrow (The Story Of) 2
Past Future 1
I'm Not Laughing 1
We'll Never Know 1
Home 3
You Were The One 1