When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past.
Great Poems, from 'Greatest Books of All Time'. The most beautiful inspiring poems of all time.
Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932, Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep is a beautiful poem that I hope will move you as it did me.
Take my hand, hold it tight. Tell me it will be alright. It won't - but that's okay. Things might be alright… some day. For now, we're trapped, worlds apart and distan…
Stephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
There's a man with a hole that goes straight through his soul and it's open for all to see. Just ask and he'll tell every joy, every hell, and how it all came to be. He will tell …
Some say the world will end in fire, / Some say in ice. / From what I've tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire.