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Title: poetry
Post by: joannaingram84 on August 01, 2011, 07:14:20 pm
The Tracks by Elizabeth Coatsworth
Something called me - I knew that the road Had felt tihs morning Other feet; And there they were In the softened earth, The prints of deer, Pointed and neat.
One deer and the other, Side by side, Had stepped from the grass White with hoarfrost; Had passed like life Across my path, And agian in the grass Were forever lost.
But under the oak leaves, Searching with care, I found the smaller Track of the fawn, And knew that the three Had waited there, Staring across our fields At dawn.
Title: Re: poetry
Post by: joannaingram84 on August 03, 2011, 11:14:59 pm
The Wilderness Is Tamed by Elizabeth Coatsworth
The ax has cut the forest down, The laboring ox has smoothed all clear, Apples now grow where pine trees stood, And slow cows graze instead of deer.
Where Indian fires once raised their smoke The chimneys of a farmhouse stand, And cocks crow barnyard challenges To dawns that once saw savage land.
The ax, the plow, the binding wall, By these the wilderness is tamed, By these the white man's will is wrought, The rivers bridged, the new towns named.
Title: Re: poetry
Post by: teen73 on August 04, 2011, 12:01:26 am
I actually wrote a couply poems and sold them over the internet several years ago. I like to write poems, I kinda been slacking on it but I was so proud that someone bought my poesm.
Title: Re: poetry
Post by: ebonirodgers on August 04, 2011, 05:05:21 am
love to hear poetry, wish i was better at it :BangHead:
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Post by: deallfordii on August 04, 2011, 06:22:24 am
I've been writing poetry since I was about 8 or 9. I used to sell my poems to family and friends for a $1. As an adult, I entered some poetry contests but found myself writing poems less. I got to be inspired to write but find my time consumed so much by work.
Title: Re: poetry
Post by: sonicmetal9 on August 04, 2011, 04:39:22 pm
the past is the past and im leavin it dead last but i can never seem to escape it but my past is the fact of it and the facts are me the facts are my reality and i use them to make my dreams and make it all seem hyped up and sped up like caffeine my thoughts are incomplete cuz the future is obsecene it is unknown but right now is where the start is and if your reading this pause for some minutes and think about your own life think about your own strife the battle goin on inside your head like a civil war bustin caps like a warhead but you gotta learn to live in the moment just freeze it and own it pwn it make it all yours, lets get on it no more tears shed they will prove nothin but the blood that WAS bled no more sad nights they arent gonna bring back the best nights but each tear all the pain thats no gain but it makes us who we are and all we can do is accept it embrace it lets face it our past is us but its already happended thus its Behind Me
by me :) look me up Nicolas Velasquez, or Ghost of Jealousy
Title: Re: poetry
Post by: discardedheart on August 05, 2011, 05:52:43 pm
I love poetry by Robert Frost. He is my favvvorite! :heart:
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Post by: joannaingram84 on August 06, 2011, 12:22:52 am
Whoopee Ti Yi Yo by Unknown Author
As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a cowpuncher all riding alone; His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jinglin', As he approached me a-singin' this song:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies; It's your misfortune, and none of my own. Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies, For you know Wyoming will be your new home.
Early in the spring we round up the dogies, Mark and brand and bob off their tails; Round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon, Then throw the dogies upon the old trail.
It's whooping and yelling and driving the dogies; Oh, how I wish you would go on! It's whooping and punching and go on, little dogies, For you know Wyoming will be your new home.
Title: Re: poetry
Post by: joannaingram84 on August 08, 2011, 08:26:45 pm
Geography by Eleanor Farjeon
Islands and peninsulas, continents and capes, Dromedaries, cassowaries, elephants and apes, Rivers, lakes, and waterfalls, whirlpools and the sea, Valley beds and mountaintops - are all geography!
The capitals of Europe with so many curious names, The north pole and the south pole and Vesuvius in flames, Rice fields, ice fields, cotton fields, fields of maize and tea, The equator and the hemispheres - are all geog- raphy!
The very streets I live in, and the meadows where I play, Are just as much geography as countries far away, Where yellow girls and coffee boys are learning about me, The little white-skinned stranger who is in geog- raphy!