Poetry
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Another one I like by Robert Frost:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost -
Long Forgotten Hero
Here I sit, on the lone park bench,
only I be here, with sadness to quench,
Tell me not, to mope this way,
I do as I please, on any given day.
When I came home, with pride they called,
But I alone, was not apalled.
A hero I be, of a war far past,
But I feel no pride, all was not to last.
I am a Long Lost Hero.
(wrote it just then)
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Try to make a better poem.
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Death
Seeping,
Creeping,up on you.
Silent,
Violent, thoughts against you.
Almost,
Foremost, it is upon you.
Never,
Ever, will it lay mercy on you.
(wrote it just then (again))
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do you have any?
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I'm just having a bad Friday.
I'll post one.
Life is a test,
that shouldn't be ignored
to even a limit nor wasted, a man
once told me. -Me 1998-?
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