Poetry Page


Writing poetry is a way for me to express feelings
that would otherwise stay pent up. I haven't written
much lately because school keeps getting
in the way. But check out the old stuff ...
there will be more in the future.


from: The Rose~Bette Midler

When the night has been to lonely
and the road has been to long.
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow.
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love.
In the spring, becomes a rose.

One Eye Shut
A Decision
Dark and Light
Her Wisdom
Suicide
That Day

more to come

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