Thursday, October 27, 2016

Night Night Comments

Rating: 5.0

To bed we go
To sleep or no,
Perchance to dream
Or merely seem
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R. G. Bell
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Dr Antony Theodore 06 December 2018

And all are left With nothing left But missing sun And little done.. fine reflection and rendition on futility. thank u dear poet. tony

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Smoky Hoss 20 November 2016

There is a mysteriousness to this one, especially the two lines: And there is found / A hollow sound. Haunting. How many times one lies in the dark pondering the purpose. Wondering the reason. I truly like this poem R. G.

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