Little King of Sorrows

Rookie - 78 Points [L.K.Sorrows]

Little King of Sorrows Poems

41. It Just Is 2/25/2013
42. I'Ve Made My Heart My Home 3/21/2013
43. Lady Luck 2/21/2013
44. Limmerick Practice 2/23/2013
45. Living Hell 1/27/2013
46. Love Tones And War Drums 5/2/2013
47. Loves Suicide 3/16/2013
48. Me, Myself, And I 3/10/2013
49. Mirror Mirror 2/6/2013
50. Mother 3/26/2013
51. My Name Is Not Craig (Revised) 3/15/2013
52. My Siblings 2/26/2013
53. My World 3/26/2013
54. Nightmare To Remember 3/25/2013
55. No Drug Compares 3/21/2013
56. Not For Sale 3/27/2013
57. Ode To The Sheeple 1/26/2013
58. Olly Olly Oxen Free 3/10/2013
59. Peace Treaty 2/21/2013
60. Pen Pal 2/23/2013
61. Poem 44 Haiku 2/27/2013
62. Poemhunter 3/6/2013
63. Puzzled Love 4/14/2013
64. R.I.P. Alter Ego 2/25/2013
65. Racing Heart Be Still 11/12/2014
66. Racing Hearts 3/15/2013
67. Salute 5/24/2013
68. Searching 3/6/2013
69. Self Deception 2/27/2013
70. Selfish Me 11/12/2014
71. Set Aflame 3/4/2013
72. Simple Poem 1/26/2013
73. Slothboy And I 3/15/2013
74. So Cliche 2/6/2013
75. So The Story Go 2/11/2013
76. Spirit Voice 4/4/2013
77. Survivor 3/13/2013
78. T.J.S. My Little Angel 1/27/2013
79. That's Life 3/12/2013
80. The Edge 3/27/2013
Best Poem of Little King of Sorrows

A Place To Rest My Soul

Life for me was hollow,

Color's were just a shade,

The days just ran together,

Dreams they slowly fade.



Every waking moment,

getting harder than the last,

Hopes about the future,

tarred and feathered by the past.



Smiles a force of habit,

As pure as man-made snow,

Real enough to see it,

But fake enough to know.



My actions like a zombie,

thoughtless instinct to the core, ...

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A Victim Of The Moment

As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley,
a soul searches the darkness of his own mind,
where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant,
has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
A victim of the moment.

The trees, naked and transparent, fall prey to the ever-changing winds,
even among the protection of its own kind, still portrays a lonely and lifeless chill,
far from the summer breeze that tickled it's leaves with joy and meaning,

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