Red Rose
O Red Red Rose,
You My heart's bose!
When you pose,
My heart get a pause.
[photo by myself]
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Hamnaz’s Poems (15)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Because you are my Mother. | 4 | 05/31/2010 |
| LOVE FLOWER | 2 | 05/31/2010 |
| Answer to My Silent Prayers. | 4 | 05/30/2010 |
| The Sad Clown | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
| Yellow Roses | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| Rossy Rose | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
| Gorgeous Orange Flower | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
| Red Rose | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
| O Violet | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
| Critique the Critic. | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| THE POETIC LANGUAGE | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
| DEATH | 0 | 05/11/2009 |
| WORDS LIKE SWORDS | 1 | 05/11/2009 |
| SOLITUDE | 0 | 05/11/2009 |
| TRUST | 0 | 05/11/2009 |
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