Till you keep looking
For what you can
Get from me,
Rather than
What you can
Give to us,
We will remain
Divided
By the ocean
Of mistrust and
Buffeted
By the winds of
Destructive thought.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Some of my poems written over many years. Not posted here in any chronological order.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Labels
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(37)
-
▼
September
(26)
- A Wound Too Deep
- Come To Me
- Looking And Being
- Let Me In
- Big Man Small Man
- Woman Called Is She
- Petite Damsel
- Bliss
- My Lamp
- Going Over
- Distance
- No More
- Destiny Shrugged
- Black Hole
- Heaps Of Ash
- Is This Love?
- Words Unspoken
- Echoes In Memory
- Memories and a Prayer
- Booms of Silence
- Tomorrow
- Solitary Crow
- Get and Give
- Stillborn Love
- The Blond
- Wealth and Compassion
-
▼
September
(26)
No comments:
Post a Comment