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    "It really hurts me when you lock me out Rose," Andy said, Gently brushing the hair out of Rose's eyes, and turning her face upward. He could see the tears in her eyes, the pain, though she was really good at hiding it from e
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    She was lonely, Oh she was so sad,
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    The wind blew across the field making the tree branches whistle and sing. Rose listened, and smiled, her light eyes shining, her brownish red hair swishing around her face. Andy's eyes were closed, his breathing deep and rhyt

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  • on Tis the Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore, on May 10, 2006

    Great.

    This poem is so sad. I was reading about his life and I think he must have written this at a time he thought he was going to die. It makes me think of friends who betrayed me, of death. I love the line,

    So soon may I follow,
    When friendships decay,
    And from Love's shining circle
    The gems drop away.

    The simplicity of the poem gives it a grace and an elegance that more complexe rhyming would have ruined. It is as though it is saying, this is the way things are. It does not try to hide its message in complexe forms. Bravo! Ben fatto!

  • on Where The Mind Is Without Fear by Rabindranath Tagore, on May 6, 2006

    Good.

    The repetition is a nice touch. I love the message, and its put in a very clear and precise way. I kind of get the feeling that this person was an idealist, but one with pessimistic urges. They saw the world and said, this is the way it should be. This is how people should treat each other, this is how countries should be run. Things should be fair for the rich and the poor, the lame and the strong. This is how they should be, but their not. In the end the writer uses the line, "Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake." Please let my country be more free, let some of the things that should be done, be done. Let people treat each other the way God intended, the way they deserve to be treated. I would have to say it was a very good poem.

  • on The Snowfall Is So Silent by Miguel de Unamuno, on July 17, 2004
    ahhhh, this one is so cool. Its almsot sad, but it really has great imagry, and it sounds so pritty. It makes me think of living in AZ again, when i was really little it used to snow and cover up all teh evils, all the darkness. School would be closed, and everything was jsut so much better when it snowed. *sigh great poem!
    Bowie of the knfie and spear.

  • on My Death by Bedros Tourian, on July 17, 2004
    This poem is good. It says a lot about how the athor viewed death, and what he knew about it. Its true that no one really dies while others remember them, they may not be allive but their memory lives on, and when they are forgotten its the sadest thing of all. To die and have your name forgotten, cast adrift on the wind and blown from recall. really sad poem.