Waking Up
up in the sky so high
the sun wakes up by and by
the morning dew slowly leaves
flowers whisper don't leave
soft breezes caress the trees
carefully rustling their leaves
grasses stand up reaching up
life in slumber wakes up
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just One | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| Vanity | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| Suffocating | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| Talk then Listen | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Waking Up | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Lonely | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
| Seeing in Time | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Falling | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Broken Heart | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Dark Night | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
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