Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Poet's Graveyard Comments

Rating: 5.0

On the hills thick fog creeps along
the haunted soil of your grave
Ghostly birds sing misty, morning songs
-there's nothing left for you to crave
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Ray Quesada
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Eric Cockrell 09 October 2012

this is a stunning, and well written poem.... find it haunting, and yet personal!

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Valerie Dohren 09 October 2012

Death is the end of the road for all of us - very inspired write.

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Ency Bearis 09 October 2012

a well written cogitation and with such style has the power to evoke feelings, great poem

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