DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

Comments about DAVID GERARDINO

  • Ruby Root (7/13/2006 4:37:00 PM)

    David I think your poetry is facinating, unique and original. You have your own creative style. Take care.

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  • Meghan - (6/28/2006 7:24:00 PM)

    I love your poetry. The imagery is amazing and the way you write is very strange. Look forward to reading more. Good luck.

    Meghan

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  • Diana Frances (11/11/2005 7:14:00 PM)

    I just spent an hour reading through your poems, Dave. Some made me very sad, others got a belly laugh. Whichever way, though, you have major talent with the written word. The images you conjure up are remarkable. Thank you.

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  • Sapna Shamsundar (8/25/2005 10:44:00 AM)

    thank you for ur comments on my poem, i did read yours and i liked a 'child is born' its very touching in a strange sort a way

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  • Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun (7/19/2005 10:18:00 PM)

    Hi David, lol, I am still getting use to this site. I am looking forward to reading more of your poetry. Take care :)

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  • Joe Prieto (7/5/2005 10:28:00 PM)

    your poems are very good, keep it up

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  • Michael Shepherd (4/27/2005 10:06:00 AM)

    David, you're a natural and I think you may be a genius, but I'm not sure yet...

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Best Poem of DAVID GERARDINO

And Yet Another Dream......

Feel like dancing under a rainbow, feel like singing happy
songs, but my rainbow, no my rainbow, wont shine for me.
Feel like going to the ocean, building castle in the sand..
but my rainbow, my rainbow, wont shine for me.
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Read the full of And Yet Another Dream......

Hope Is Drunk

hope is drunk
thrown to the curve.
the blood that runs thrue its veins,
is poisoned by sin.
the strengh is lost by lust.
the eyes are dull and confused,
the body is weakend and weightless,
soon to be turned to clay.
hope is no longer drunk.