﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>VoicesNet.com Recent Poems of Stacy L. Politano - Copyright for all poems displayed belong to author</title><link>http://www.voicesnet.com</link><description>The latest poems submitted to www.VoicesNet.com by Stacy L. Politano</description><copyright>(c) 2008, VoicesNet, LLC. All rights reserved.</copyright><ttl>5</ttl><item><title>A GIRL'S SILENT CRY. by Stacy L. Politano</title><description>There's a 10 year old girl,&lt;br&gt;in a forgotten place.&lt;br&gt;She's never seen a world,&lt;br&gt;so full of hate and disgrace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She watched innocents die,&lt;br&gt;right before her eyes so pure.&lt;br&gt;No chance to say goodbye...&lt;br&gt;like a sudden illness with no cure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's alone. She's depressed. &lt;br&gt;Feeling lost in her own skin.&lt;br&gt;Pain like an unwelcomed guest.&lt;br&gt;Why did this all begin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here they come again;&lt;br&gt;Those endless vile tears.&lt;br&gt;There they go again;&lt;br&gt;All her hopes to fears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's now known as C-39874.&lt;br&gt;The burning feeling intense still.&lt;br&gt;She can't handle this anymore.&lt;br&gt;This pain that could kill.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her fantasies still vivid in her head,&lt;br&gt;of the world so unknown.&lt;br&gt;Her faith not far from dead.&lt;br&gt;Her dreams are just her own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's searching up and down.&lt;br&gt;Her elbows cut and knees scraped.&lt;br&gt;Her eyes are know all around,&lt;br&gt;on the look for the hope that escaped.&lt;br&gt;</description><link>http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=132485</link><pubDate>5/20/2008</pubDate></item><item><title>A GIRL'S SILENT CRY. by Stacy L. Politano</title><description>There's a 10 year old girl,&lt;br&gt;in a forgotten place.&lt;br&gt;She's never seen a world,&lt;br&gt;so full of hate and disgrace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She watched innocents die,&lt;br&gt;right before her eyes so pure.&lt;br&gt;No chance to say goodbye...&lt;br&gt;like a sudden illness with no cure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's alone. She's depressed. &lt;br&gt;Feeling lost in her own skin.&lt;br&gt;Pain like an unwelcomed guest.&lt;br&gt;Why did this all begin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here they come again;&lt;br&gt;Those endless vile tears.&lt;br&gt;There they go again;&lt;br&gt;All her hopes to fears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's now known as C-39874.&lt;br&gt;The burning feeling intense still.&lt;br&gt;She can't handle this anymore.&lt;br&gt;This pain that could kill.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her fantasies still vivid in her head,&lt;br&gt;of the world so unknown.&lt;br&gt;Her faith not far from dead.&lt;br&gt;Her dreams are just her own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's searching up and down.&lt;br&gt;Her elbows cut and knees scraped.&lt;br&gt;Her eyes are know all around,&lt;br&gt;on the look for the hope that escaped.</description><link>http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=125823</link><pubDate>1/23/2008</pubDate></item></channel></rss>