Sandra Feldman Poems

Speaking
Without words,
Yet feeling
And fulfilling
...

Poor Poets
All alone
In a world
Made out of stone,
...

Time has hardly passed within me,
I am still that unbridled child,
That imagined she could ride,
A carrousel of clouds across the sea,
...

This used to be,
The cradle of Democracy,
An example, a light,
Against, Tyranny,
...

I do not have to tell you anything,
The way you have treated me,
As if I were the thorn upon your rose,
A total stranger, I impose,
...

Poets are strange
Creatures,
Half Dreamers
Half Preachers
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Poems flow
Like dainty sailboats
And go
Where the animated
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I'll write on
The walls
If I have to!
But,
...

Love is
Best Poem
That exists,
A warm embrace
...

The Moon
Is not as far
As you
Are now from me.
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