on Ode to the Wolf by Cougarchic
9 Jan 2004, 12:50 AM
Yesa, they do have fear, ...
on Broken Love by Cougarchic
9 Jan 2004, 12:54 AM
Hmm. I've never really felt love, and I thought that was painful, the DESIRE. But I've never had a broken jaw.Owww
on some deleted poem
17 Dec 2003, 2:18 PM
Good emotion, I'll bet they knew how much you liked it.
on Paint Remover by Samantha
22 Dec 2003, 9:11 PM
Masks can be very important sometimes, but you must be able to remove them, or they will become a part of you.
Keep submitting!
Keep submitting!
on Friday afternoon Zoo by INTRANSIT
22 Dec 2003, 9:13 PM
Perhaps because we need more than ourselves to feel alive. I enjoy that zoo (within reason)
on Words: lost in translation by fair12
22 Dec 2003, 9:18 PM
YES! That is how I feel reading Shelley and Wordsworth,and so many others, looking for those velvet words to caress my mind and soul as my own vacant words could never begin to do. Well done nice sentiment. A well deserved 10!
on some deleted poem
22 Dec 2003, 9:20 PM
Buy some bright paint, Live a little.
on her treasure by amber1028
22 Dec 2003, 9:24 PM
Old memories well remembered, I enjoyed this.
on 7th one about Jon by Plaidypus
22 Dec 2003, 9:31 PM
Sucks huh?
on TRUTH by somemorepoetry
22 Dec 2003, 9:33 PM
WEEELLL, Thats a reasonable assumption:(
on My friend over there (the Mirror) by reo316
22 Dec 2003, 9:39 PM
Sure they can, you know, they all have their own society on the other side of the glass, when you're not looking they're partying off their ass, Look closer next time.
on You tell me by Ariella
31 Dec 2003, 7:41 AM
You can't keep hiding for the rest of your life.
on Unchained by Hillarystep
31 Dec 2003, 7:46 AM
I like it, a well written poem, But Seraphic and manic don't seem to fit.
on Drinking and driving by SILYLILGURL
31 Dec 2003, 7:54 AM
Been there, stupidity is pervasive when alcohol is involved. Be more specific, discribe the scene, Mangled metal and broken glass, A pool of blood,
A life gone in a flash.
Screaming sirens pierce the air,
Broken dreams scattered here and there.
I'm not a poet, but something like that.
A life gone in a flash.
Screaming sirens pierce the air,
Broken dreams scattered here and there.
I'm not a poet, but something like that.
on some deleted poem
6 Jan 2004, 8:08 PM
You live every day and cannot comprehend paying a price for your sinful actions? Life exacts a toll in a small way, simply with repercussions. Christ's sacrifice paved our way, allowed us to seek and receive forgivness, but only for those who are truly penitent. Great poem Bratsy, even though the pagans (broad translation) can't understand.
on some deleted poem
6 Jan 2004, 8:12 PM
And now my simple mind will begin to attempt to comprehend, although I'm sure it's worthy of a ten, I will stay my voting hand 'till I truly understand.