The Four Point Pain
A simply task
turned to shadder glass.
A smile in the air
a tear you can't bare.
A laugh at a joke
a slap or just stoke.
A spin in your chain
those eyes just stares.
At the confused child standing here.
a voice with a boom
a look at her room
waiting to run there
moster feet comes near
speak if you dare.
Hands once contained
Shes a queen
self proclaimed
Zuse with his pitchfork
everything went dark
SPAIN?!?!
No the four point pain.
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 |
| CAN'T | 1 | 07/03/2010 |
| untitled! | 0 | 07/03/2010 |
| Petty Fuck | 1 | 07/03/2010 |
| virginity | 0 | 07/03/2010 |
| a life lesson from a teen! | 0 | 07/03/2010 |
| to put feelings in my poem | 0 | 07/03/2010 |
| HEARTLESS | 0 | 07/03/2010 |
| color of my blood | 0 | 07/03/2010 |
| a midnight thought! | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Devil Everywhere | 0 | 10/16/2009 |
| untited | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
| a poem for a poet | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| Halo | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
| The Four Point Pain | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
| Sex With You (Angel In My Bed) | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
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