I. F. Stone Poems - Poems about I. F. Stone

...Vulnerable The only flower blooms in a feild of withered weeds. The wind howls a strong,violent breeze. A single drop of water drips on the desert sand. So lost and alone, just like I am. N......Read the rest...

...stream of consciousness  A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen full of malic, behind him, men were eating children Wine and blood ran down their chests  they had the time of their life ......Read the rest...

..."One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet How is the tender word love felt and seen, words have many meaning......Read the rest...

...Underneath the Southern Cross, the comet makes its way, A trail of greenish fire, igniting night from day. It came from distant realms, from icy, darkened space, Returning after decades, with it......Read the rest...

...Today marks a milestone Highlighting life's style shown A classy, sophistication few women have ever known An aura shining brightly that is all her own No longer a child, into a woman she has gro......Read the rest...

...Today marks a milestone Highlighting life's style shown A classy, sophistication few women have ever known An aura shining brightly that is all her own No longer a child, into a woman she has gro......Read the rest...

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd had gathered around ......Read the rest...

...my river blackest water death etched in wet stone tumbling dark and light disentangle the night and roll my body into the deep cold of you my river once a-bliss in knots of fire thrashin......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

... Unlike her eastern twin of the ocean, she’ll shed no tear for the lost and alone. No emotion for the wretched masses, because her heart shall be as hard as stone. In her fist she’ll carry no......Read the rest...

...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, I wanna Talk. With her. Tell her my thoughts. But she is asleep. Or she's not, but gone. Not available to help Balance my wobble. Or I have too much To say, and worry about......Read the rest...

...I Old Age, take me not as thy fugitive, For long I’ve been thy earnest votary, But now that approaches life’s fateful eve, Ye oft make me rethink my loyalty. Youth when slips by leaves a last......Read the rest...