Everyday Soldiers
Beneath the starlit crimson skyA 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 |
| Naught But A Dying Dream | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Staying Alive Tonight | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| I'm Just A Cloud To You | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| I'm Throwing Rainbows Now | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Dumbstruck, Tried and Terrified | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Sunshine To My Everyday | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| The Crash of the Proud | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Sad Music on Street Corners | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Speak Up | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Poison | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| On The Pier | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Falling Stars | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Traveller | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Your Escape | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Blue Are The Lips You Kissed | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| The Open Chasm | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Ineluctable | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| False Dialogue | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Everyday Soldiers | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Cosmopolitan Dreamgirl | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Alone in the Folds of Time | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Guarded Hearts | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| A Place Called Depression | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Piece by Piece | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| My Final Bow | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Still Breathing | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Deeper Meaning | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| A Message From Your Soul | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
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