Poetry by David Easom

Into my memory As if for some unforeseen self imposed destiny Over which I hold no power I dream of time where I cannot control my movements By th
Votes: 15   

Rating: 3.47

Published: Aug 2008
its raining hard with thunder bolts, and lighting with a thousand volts, you try your hardest to keep dry, it seems the rain wont let you by, yo
Votes: 27   

Rating: 3.67

Published: Aug 2008
The earth is stained with human anguish, By such infamous deeds we can’t dismiss, Why should we all die in terrible torment, Or be stuck down at a
Votes: 28   

Rating: 4.11

Published: Dec 2008


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