The Sore Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The Sore
The sore,
To worry! !
No shore of peace to rest your mind;
Store of life!
Windows of joy! ! ! !
In search of the truth;
Lost love.
Ore, core, pore, bore, whore, alore!
Much more things needed in life;
Able to stand the works of the truth.
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Edward Kofi Louis
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/30/2024 8:37:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
