She
She
like me
Has beauty
You can see hers
Mine is buried deep
But her skin is a veil
To hide all that lies beneath
A treasure trove of wonderment
Her thoughts, ideas and words she speaks
Unworthy me; with thoughts and hopes for you
Hope that you find yourself a way forwards
That you turn your hand back to your art
look no more to play such a part
with people who only hurt
Corrupt and then destroy
Beauty they cant know
Which you still show
Even though
All you’ve
Seen
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| EVIL | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| Disenchanted | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| A poem of loss | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| Lies | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| She | 0 | 08/01/2013 |
| Last words of a sane man, | 0 | 06/26/2013 |
| untitled | 0 | 01/24/2012 |
| The Sadness | 1 | 01/23/2012 |
| last star | 0 | 01/13/2012 |
| SICK | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
| Little Ode | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
| HOPE | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
| The Pub | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
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