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Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
The 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 having perhaps the 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 shall 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 has made all the difference.
Read poems about / on: travel, sorry
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Such a silly thought is love
as we define unspeakable things
like the beauty of turtle doves
or what exactly what they're feeling
To say I don't would be a lie
hiding lost feelings of joy,
a sin like this, I'd surely die
don't play with love, it's not a toy
and death do us part, but not at heart
the words I love you strung
amidst the foggy darkness that tries
tries to rip us apart
such a silly thought is love
a memory
a feeling
deep down inside
I need your love
-Voiceless (._.)
Thats for me full of joy and regret: |
wow people seem to hate aussies and wogs, wow racism much.....
im aussie/wog, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!
Poop
poop is such a relief to do
getting rid of all the crap in you
food in your mouth
shit out your south
the cycle relentessly continue
whether many or a few
turds in you
eject easily or slowly drag thru
daily it's the same
as your bowels proclaim
'once again the shit is due! '
this poem isn't profound
about that lovely brown mound
some in fact will think it crap
and i humbly agree
with all that's bottled up
inside me
each time talking about a road you make a division for your own road... i am not good in calculations of life or where i will go but i believe in one thing that here their all he will be their, , i just learn how to differ soul by straight way in silent shadow roads, , feelings appear in dark create sharp needle in some where else waiting for who dare to go but avoid troubles is much more better than accusing others with thing passed by in bad life experience or in old view... believe or not is the human concern only with god, may be when i grow old i will try to make young youth not to be hurt but to be true some have limits and others will ask about the hard dark narrow road and those are more with no definitions cause its useless define for limited options for hunger wild creatures and they will be too young, where will you go? when my eye hurt me i took it off from my head to go straight as old teach me so, separating soul exercise from any touchable thinking will be much better to control you head and don't flow with any idea or any memory will be shown.. have a good day.
i am australian too. Ello mate
Hey, please have a look at my poems. I am a young aspiring Australian poet. Thanks! ! J.A. Growden
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