your my friend.
When you are sad I will dry your tears.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 |
| Unique | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| why can't I see this | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Sorrow | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Unheard | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Miss Mary Mack- (disturbing beware) | 1 | 05/18/2010 |
| 3 Words he needs to know | 0 | 12/23/2009 |
| lost | 1 | 10/10/2009 |
| Family | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| I want her back. | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| your my friend. | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| if it were up to me... | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| i need you now | 2 | 06/23/2009 |
| gray | 2 | 06/23/2009 |
| inside | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| Arithmatic can be fun | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 5 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 4 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 3 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 2 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| what are you? | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 1 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Simple? I think not. | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Rope | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Never say sorry. | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Bless | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| love | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| DEAD MAN | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| BANG! | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| MAYBE | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| ELKHORN | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| DIFFERENT | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
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