Poetry Thread

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Poetry Thread

Poetry Thread

 

Original works and random works not by you that you love.

Here's one by me, about an RP. Not rhyming tillvthe end.

Dreams~

Is life real?

Or is it all a nightmare, have you ever thought

That

Dreams

Are

What's really real?

Fall asleep into reality, where nothing's real at all (to them)

My 'real life' is just a bunch of fears

Where I cover my tears

On a prophecy where I don't belong

Won't belong

It won't be long, till

I'm asleep again in night,

But in dreams there is light...

Oh,

Maybe I don't belong where it's real,

But asleep is where I truly feel

Awake

~~~

Guess what charrie from what RP! :) 

 

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submitted by Poetry Thread
(January 29, 2017 - 8:04 pm)

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Here's a poem by Robert Frost that we had to memorize when I was in elementary school!

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   
He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost 

 The title is "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." It's one of my favorite poems.

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submitted by Killim
(January 31, 2017 - 9:47 pm)

TOP!!!!

submitted by Killim
(January 31, 2017 - 9:48 pm)