Desert Places

i've decided i'm going to write about my day, emotions, feelings, thoughts, etc...in poetry format or using another poem =D

woop-di-doo




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 lonelieness 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 wiht 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, Desert Places

Western Wind

The short and small poem that caused much confusion and blank stares...
and actually had quite a simple theme and interesting symbols

O Western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Chirst! That my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!

Another poem!! =D

Don't disregard it just because it's long, it's actually really impactful
We've all done something like this at least once in our lives

and even though everyone always says "omg, no. you're such a nerd for reading poetry" .......you know you wanna read it ;]

"The Sin of Omission"
-Margaret E. Sangster

It isn’t the thing you do dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.

The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother’s way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own.

Those little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Those chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find—
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith

For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all to great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it isn’t the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

Senior Year

From Ryan

so funny ^^
Beginning of school year:
A week into school:
Two weeks into school:
Before the midterm:
The midterm:
The day after the midterm:
The final exams are near:
Getting the test date:
7 Days before the exam:
6 days:
5 days:
4 days:
3 days:
2 days:
1 day:
The night before the exam:
An hour before the exam:
The exam:
Leaving the room:
My thoughts towards my useless teachers:


The End.

The Train Dogs

Ok so I'm obsessed with poetry and writing. I love words...I'm a nerd ^^
And no, not every post will be filled with poems and such
But it would be pretty cool to try and type every post in a poet format :]
Or...at least I think so =P


The Train Dogs
E. Pauline Johnson

Out of the night and the north;
Savage of breed and of bone,
Shaggy and swift comes the yelping band,
Freighters of fur from the voiceless land
That sleeps in the Arctic zone.

Laden with skins from the north,
Beaver and bear and raccoon
Marten and mink from the polar belts,
Otter and ermine and sable pelts—
The spoils of the hunter’s moon.

Out of the night and the north,
Sinewy, fearless and fleet,
Urging the pack through the pathless snow,
The Indian driver, calling low,
Follows with moccasined feet.

Ships of the night and the north,
Freighters on prairies and plains,
Carrying cargoes from field and flood
They scent the trail though their wild red blood,
The wolfish blood in their viens.