Creative Writing What's you fave. poem?

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  1. Inuyasha_iscool

    Inuyasha_iscool New Member

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    What's your favorite poem

    mine is by Robert Frost.

    Nothing Gold Can Stay.

    Natures first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold,
    Her early leafs a flower,
    But only so an hour,
    Then leaf subsides to leaf,
    So eden sank to greif,
    So dawn goes down to day,
    Nothing gold can stay.
     
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    Inuyasha_iscool, Dec 5, 2002
  2. Vegito_luver

    Vegito_luver Guest

    that's good
    Mine is Boa Constrictor by Shel Silverstein. it might be juvenille but it tells how it's hard going through crap you don't want to be in.
    "I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, a boa constrictor, a boa costrictor. I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor and I don't like it one bit....":p
     
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  3. Inuyasha_iscool

    Inuyasha_iscool New Member

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    lmao... TOTALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
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    Nephilim_X New Member

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    OMG!!! I REMEMBER THAT!!!
     
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  5. Vegito_luver

    Vegito_luver Guest

    I luv that poem
    It has to be the best poem in the universe!
    Oh and I also love "where the sidewalk ends"!
     
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  6. Inuyasha_iscool

    Inuyasha_iscool New Member

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    anybody else have a fave. poem?
     
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    DrunkLeprachaun Tetsu Oushi

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    No Worst, There is None by Gerard Manley Hopkins

    No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
    More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
    Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
    Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?

    My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief-
    woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing--
    Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked "No ling-
    ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."

    O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
    Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
    May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
    Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
    Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
    Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

    I also like The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, but I deem it too long to write here in it's entirety. Robert Frost is a damn fine poet too tbh.
     
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