When the Music is Over...

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Life

    Poem Commentary

    Another short and sweet one, just the way I like my women. I hope I havent' already used that joke some where.

    When the Music is Over...

    Music is the perfect place for pain,
    nothing more beautiful than the scars of life,
    on the just and unjust the rain,
    simply falls alike.

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    MichaelTierney’s Poems (34)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Why do you weep? 5
    Eden Sacked 3
    Hardpan Cornucopia 4
    Silence 4
    Itchy Trigger Finger 5
    Fluid uncertain vulgar shell-shock 11
    US Redefined 6
    These are 1
    Missed Inspiration 2
    The Juggler 2
    When the Music is Over... 1
    Lust for Life 1
    He had his way with the ladies 1
    paraphilia 1
    Drunken Desire 2
    Broken 4
    My Nightime Lover 1
    Soul Progression 1
    Meandering, Searching for Home or a Cigarette 1
    Lost to the riptide 0
    Cannon Fodder 0
    Zombies Attack! 4
    Love Garden 1
    Coffee with Loki and Lucifer 3
    Ambiguous dance of life 2
    Darwinians 2
    Love and other natural disasters 2
    The Lonely Lover 3
    Misdirected Minds 1
    Ballad of the Broken Heart 1
    Scarring Mrs. Muffet Was So Fun We Decided to Do It Again 1
    Trial of a Bouy 1
    Like my spirit, needs no title 3
    Chastize Me With Your Love 2