i will gather my flowers withered, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending 

Lay our hands down
We will remember you today
Whispering to the earth 
We celebrate in silence
A kiss to cold cheeks 
We gather round 
Blood runs thick between us
We made a pack so long ago
Your weeping mother will never know
The iris has been laid
Your last chance has arrived
Despair as the ghost we are
Posted: 2006-08-13 19:49:24 UTC
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2006-08-14 03:58:23lost the lonely dead
i like the sense of reverance/remembrance its a cool one and well done

2006-08-22 19:39:10a rose by any otha name
Different in a good way, it's not like alot of the other poems on here it's refreshing

2006-08-29 19:29:05Faith
I makes me want to know the story behind it! Well done.

2007-06-06 21:24:18.:side:walk:.
this is a nice poem, with a little touch of mystery!