Wolf
As the beautiful fusion of grey and brown come together
Reflecting the essences of coal not the devils soul
His eyes glisten
Redirecting your hearts cries with his mind
With his positive eye toward life
And I’m not saying I want to like him
Yet like a tree grows new leaves he grows on me
Allowing me to embrace myself
ApaqRasgirl commented on Wolf
07-18-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| In my head | 2 | 12/27/2009 |
| Cursed | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| My Blissful Blasphmey | 2 | 11/04/2009 |
| They | 3 | 09/17/2009 |
| wishing | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Sick | 4 | 09/13/2009 |
| I never wanted | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| good enough | 1 | 09/12/2009 |
| to my bro | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Wolf | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Amazing | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Time ( the end) | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Need | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Deteriorating | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Gone | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
| 4 months | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| one month | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Head aches | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| My slice of heaven | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
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