Post your favorite poem(s)

[bmarquis124]

whatever language you want, it doesn't matter. 1, 2, 3...go!

[Jessica]

Roses are red,
violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
and so are you


I have more poems I will put here but I have to find them first

[bmarquis124]

haha that one's a classic

[bmarquis124]

here is one of mine....

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
-Robert Frost

[Rusty]

Eletelephony
by Laura E. Richards

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant-
No! No! I mean an elephone,
Who tried to use the telephone-
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right!)

Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee-
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

[bmarquis124]

that was beautiful, rusty. brought tears to mis ojos.

[Rusty]

ROTFL

Thanks!

I'm still .

[bmarquis124]

Escrito originalmente por Rusty

ROTFL

Thanks!

I'm still .

lol

[Jessica]

that was a good one!

[Jessica]

Here's a one I learned in 8th grade:

A Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And perhaps having better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In 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 should be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that made all the difference