Sandra Feldman


Sandra Feldman Poems

1361. Dangerously Sublime 3/26/2016
1362. What We Have Become 4/2/2016
1363. Galant Responce 4/4/2016
1364. Romantic Moments 3/31/2016
1365. Poet's World 3/24/2016
1366. Love, Just Let It Be 3/24/2016
1367. Playing Poet 3/18/2016
1368. The Director 3/8/2016
1369. The Naughty Bunch 3/4/2016
1370. Love Them 3/9/2016
1371. Poets' Fight 3/9/2016
1372. Written Confession 3/11/2016
1373. No Respect, Not Much Left 3/12/2016
1374. We Accuse 10/25/2015
1375. Vital Pain 10/21/2015
1376. Void 10/14/2015
1377. Wishing Well 10/17/2015
1378. Good Hearts Are Not In Charge 10/17/2015
1379. No Hope For Change 10/17/2015
1380. Screens 10/12/2015
1381. Night-Owls 10/11/2015
1382. Deafening Silence 10/10/2015
1383. Only A Matter Of Time 10/10/2015
1384. The Tempest 10/10/2015
1385. The Death Of Tomorrow 10/8/2015
1386. Painful Awakening 10/9/2015
1387. Thinking Of Tyranny 9/22/2015
1388. Last Chance 9/17/2015
1389. Poetry Not A Mistake 9/19/2015
1390. Strange People 9/19/2015
1391. Delirium 10/1/2015
1392. The Governing Class Today 10/3/2015
1393. A New Begining 10/3/2015
1394. Simply Thinking 10/3/2015
1395. Here, Now And Before 10/3/2015
1396. The Teleprompter 10/4/2015
1397. Warning Alarm 10/4/2015
1398. 9/11, Always Present 9/11/2015
1399. Let Freedom Sing 9/12/2015
1400. That Touch Of Magic 9/7/2015
Best Poem of Sandra Feldman

Lonely Moon

The Moon will shine,
Without your smile,
But no longer shall it be,
A Moon that shines for me,
Gone are the days,
When you'd just stay,
So close, smiling at me.

The Moon is cold,
So I am told,
And winter's here for me,
When love is gone,
There is no Sun,
The Moon is all I see.

Oh lonely Moon, my lonely Moon,
Poor orphan in the sky,
Detached from mother Earth,
Your barren surface has no life,
No hope, no love, no mirth.

Oh Moon alone,
Made out of stone,
Rotating in the sky,
A phantom ship,
No life ...

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Miami

Miami has a pickle smell,
A smell that tells you all is well,
You enter in a restaurant,
And eat and eat all that you want.

And there is herring too, you know,
So white that it resembles snow,
'Light Bagels' with some cream and lox,
That even would please Mr. Fox.

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