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Anthony Levitt Stranger - Poem by Anthony Levitt I never dreamt that I would become, somebody I no longer knew. A total stranger and a outsider to the world in which I grew. I have made my bed and now I will lay, close my eyes and wait for my mind to stray. For only here I relise in shadows of the night, what I have done..., and I know.... It is not right... You see I hurt someone I loved, cared and thought of evry much, the problem was with my heart I lost touch, my mind took over and so did the doubt, in the end? Well now I dont think they want me about.... Justice is served and punished I am, a dream i took and ruined, so in otherwise out of the fryer into the frying pan. I dont expect this will make things right, I'll have to start again, I wanted you to know wherever you are, I'm sorry for the pain... I should wake up now and learn, I love you now and then.... Comments about Stranger by Anthony Levitt Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Anthony Levitt'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 ~ ~ Untitled - Poem by Brandy Avery Liopaí ar do mhuineál, longs, mo theanga do do chomhlacht, a shealbhú mo lámha agat thart ar do waist, drámaí candlelight ar do chraiceann chomh dána.. Mé gar mo shúile agus cuimhneamh do blas. Ar oíche balmy chuala muid an ghaoth whisper ár n-ainmneacha cosúil le síoda, táim chun tú féin agus do chuid súl Shine, struchtúr mheabhrach an ghrá Tá mé tógtha! , Conas a d'fhéadfadh ar bith eile a bheith níos sublime. Is ea thagann impartation meabhrach de chaisleán le bunús domhain, pian agus brón a fhios agam, ach gan leisce orm sweep, eagla agus Moilleadóireacht mar na sionnaigh beag go spoil an vine, áilleacht den sórt sin agus faisnéis, chun dom go bhfuil tú Devine. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Untitled 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