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Michael Witkowski Meaning - Poem by Michael Witkowski Meaning.... Wrap your pencil around a ball Of wool and call it a word- What Ever you put in it, it stays in the ball For the length of your life, so battle with those who say your signs are not words And you create words! Comments about Meaning by Michael Witkowski I really liked this one. I can see why some people would say that your work is, well, esoteric... but yes, I agree with the idea that the words are your own, poetry our word sculptures. Sometimes I like to string words together just because they sound good, or look good, or feel right. And they become something much more than what they mean then. Many thanks for your (sometimes unintelligible efforts) , I find them a pleasure to read - something like listening to a nice sounding foreign language. Danielle. (Report) Reply Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Read poems about / on: life Michael Witkowski's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl
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Brandy Avery ~ Cúis Angel ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Súile aingeal le aingeal gruaig bog, tá a fhios agam cén fáth stares gach duine. Má tá tú a iarraidh, ansin caithfidh mé a rá, do foirfe agus álainn i ngach agus gach slí. Do chuid gruaige, d'aghaidh, agus an twinkle i do shúile. Fiú ar an mbealach sexy do pants barróg do pluide. San oíche nuair a aisling agam aisling agam de tú. Súile taibhseach mar atá tú memorizing. Leis an gracefulness an chol foirfe sneachta bán, surpassing ach na déithe thuas. Deacair do dhaoine eile, ach éasca dom. Chun breathnú i do shúile agus féach cad a fheiceann tú, a fháil amach cad a fhios agat, a bhraitheann cad a cheapann tú. Is é an pian fulaingthe agat i bhfad do dhuine mian leat. Ní gá duit dul a fhios seo againn a fíor-. Tá a fhios agam na déithe a chuir tú tríd an ar chúis. Ach nuair atá sé a dúirt go léir agus a rinneadh, ár saol nua iontach le chéile díreach tosaithe Comments about ~ Cúis Angel ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl