Wind
Wind holds your face at first,
Gently caressing your skin,
But as you brawl and run against it,
It's patience wears thin,
Suddenly those long, wispy, fingers,
Are clawing at you,
Snaking within you,
Teasing flesh and bone,
Grabbing at you heart,
What a contriversal being,
One of neither light nor dark.
freemansvoice commented on Wind
11-27-2010
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Far away | 1 | 11/20/2010 |
| Passion and Pain | 2 | 01/16/2010 |
| Wind | 1 | 01/16/2010 |
| Encased | 1 | 12/22/2009 |
| Mental War | 0 | 12/22/2009 |
| The things in Summer(Not as cheesy as it sounds) | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| Red | 0 | 04/25/2009 |
| A Whisper | 0 | 04/25/2009 |
| Obsessed | 2 | 04/11/2009 |
| Blinded | 1 | 04/11/2009 |
| Shadow | 0 | 04/09/2009 |
| Land of crystal | 0 | 04/09/2009 |
| Guilt | 0 | 04/09/2009 |
| The dead sky | 1 | 04/09/2009 |
| Soulmate | 1 | 04/08/2009 |
| Living Grace | 3 | 04/08/2009 |
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