Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 7,725 Points (Troy New York)

Shalom Freedman Poems

3161. Without A Poem 9/15/2008
3162. Without A Poem / I Lose The Meaning Of My Life 9/6/2011
3163. Without A Poem/ I Am Lost 3/9/2009
3164. Without Beauty 10/18/2008
3165. Without God 5/27/2014
3166. Without Our Dreams We Cannot Be 1/16/2012
3167. Without Our Friends 2/11/2014
3168. Without Poetry 10/4/2012
3169. Without Poetry I Write Poetry To Stay Alive 6/4/2014
3170. Without Words 1/15/2009
3171. Words Against Death 1/14/2008
3172. Words Are All I Have Tried To Make Greatness Out Of 8/18/2008
3173. Words Die Too 8/26/2014
3174. Words Of The Morning/Of The Distant Longing 11/24/2012
3175. Worn Out And Weary Each Night 1/23/2013
3176. Writing Now 12/2/2015
3177. Writing Poetry / As A Way Of Life 7/21/2008
3178. Writing Saved My Life 10/30/2008
3179. Yahrtzeit For Ma (Edith Zeibert Freedman) 5/1/2008
3180. Yahrtzeit For Ma Sixteen Years 4/26/2014
3181. Yes I Hear The Rhythm Of The Biblical Poetry I Love 6/3/2012
3182. Yesterday I Saw The Sea Again 11/19/2013
3183. Yet Another Poem About The Poet And The Poem 12/29/2011
3184. Yom Kippur 5773 9/25/2012
3185. Yonah Is Not Standing Where Only God Is 9/24/2012
3186. You Are Happy To Be Alive 12/30/2014
3187. You Are Nowhere In Your Work 4/30/2014
3188. You Are Vaster 5/5/2008
3189. You Can Read The Poems Of Others As Your Own 3/4/2013
3190. You Cannot Be Anyone But Yourself 4/4/2014
3191. You Complimented My Poem And I Did Not Have The Consideration To Read Yours 5/11/2012
3192. You Will Never Be Again What You Were 2/18/2013
Best Poem of Shalom Freedman

Poems About Poems About Poems

Poems about poems about poems-
More poems and more poems and more poems-
Poems poems poems poems poems-
How many poems?
How much poetry
Until there is no poetry at all?

But only 'words' and 'words' and 'words'
Until one goes far away
Where there was never a poem before-
And suddenly hears
“Let there be Light”.

And Poetry perhaps
Is born again.

Read the full of Poems About Poems About Poems

Words Against Death


All the immortals are moral:
Tubercular Kafka spared Treblinka
Lunatic Nietzsche banging a piano to oblivion
Great Tolstoy escaping to a railroad coach,
Gentle Yeats frigid at Ben Bulben.

What lives is a work and that imperfectly:

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