The Row

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    The Row

    Death is told
    From the eye of the beholder

    Omnipresent
    The grasp of breath

    Cold and hazy
    Sight becomes blurred

    Goodbye
    Cruel world

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    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.

    chemicalcuke’s Poems (44)

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    NOT entirely well 0
    The future? 0
    Smasherklasty 1
    By the Whales 0
    Don't look behind you 0
    Fluids 1
    Leading Phantom 0
    That Calm Night 0
    Thoughts are useless 0
    Significance is noted 0
    You know, I love you 2
    An Overnight Slant 0
    My mom chose life. Twice. 0
    Never but jest 0
    Know the virtues 0
    To the Lady outside my window: 1
    The Row 0
    Gently now, she came to me 1
    Strikingly Odd 1
    My English teacher might get fired 0
    Sweet Goodness 1
    Season of Strange 1
    Depression 3
    Examined closely 1
    Set in stone 0
    Wither winds 0
    Dripping Speeches 2
    The importance of being honest 1
    What I'd like her to be,, right now 3
    The sting 2
    First things in mind 0
    Stole their gold fillings, he did 0
    The clock is broken 1
    The struggle of a teenage boy 1
    Contemplation
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    0
    Lost Touch 2
    Blood 0
    It has been five days 1
    Reform 2
    On this day 1
    They don't rule this world, A greater power does 2
    Of utmost importance 1
    Perhaps, under the circumstances 0