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These Walls
Contributed by
poetmarie
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Saturday, 11th September 2004 @ 12:41:43 PM in AEST
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There stands a glass house,
its walls etched with the thoughts
of all who pass the threshold.
These walls have no want of speech,
only to be free of the haunting
whispers of regret.
Copyright ©
poetmarie
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2004-09-11 12:41:43]
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Re: These Walls
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by Solnubis on
Saturday, 11th September 2004 @ 01:05:51 PM AEST
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| I really like this but as I was reading and going towards the end of the verse I wanted to read on but there was nothing to read. I would try to finish this. You have an interesting start for a well written poem. Could relate lot to the words "to be free of the haunting whispers of regret." |
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Re: These Walls
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by Overstated on
Saturday, 11th September 2004 @ 01:08:03 PM AEST
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| i thought this was a nice short sharpe poem woith some great lines in it |
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Re: These Walls
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by MsScissors on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 02:36:41 AM AEST
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| The Mind, The heart, the psychic imprint of memory in a physical place. Where and who? This poem breeds whistfulness. This poem is full of strong desire. acutely comminicative. |
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Re: These Walls
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by Hurretje on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 03:00:18 AM AEST
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Some things are better left unsaid or onthougth!
Great and deep poem!
Hugs,
Hur |
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Re: These Walls
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by Spike on
Monday, 13th September 2004 @ 06:25:08 AM AEST
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Eerie. And what we all desire. Regret doesn't even have the delicious pain of loss - at least we had it once. You have a beautiful way with words and sentiment.
Spike |
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