Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
kurt-philip-behmPoems
The present blocked,   by words unsaid The pastures torn,   its furrows bled The present blocked,   by words unsaid The future cries, —its orphans dead (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
0
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Its Orphans Dead
The present blocked,   by words unsaid The pastures torn,   its furrows bled The present blocked,   by words unsaid The future cries, —its orphans dead (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
kurt-philip-behm
Written by
kurt-philip-behm
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem