Humans
30 July, 2003
Author: Clive B Ringshall
Angels rise
Demons fall
But in the end
We'll rule us all
We make our fate
We carve in stone
The world in which we live
Is our own
We see what we want to see
We think what we wish to think
And what we overlook
Was what we need for our lives to link
We isolate ourselves from man
We crave the need to love
And here I am, the outcast
Who loves, not isolates, free like a dove
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| June Moore (80.3.41.37) -- Thursday, April 29 2004, 07:16 pm Such a well put together poem, it opens the mind and looks right into the feelings.I am sure this man has lots to write in the future |
| LinzAy (24.27.237.195) -- Thursday, April 29 2004, 08:22 pm Nice one! I really like it. :) |
| Terrie* (65.148.212.250) -- Thursday, April 29 2004, 08:47 pm Verrrry nice....your poetry is quite addictive ..thanx for sharing. Terrie* |
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