**Just a girl and some poems ✨️**
Welcome! This notice serves as a disclaimer: I do not own or author any of the poems shared here; I appreciate their beauty and wish to share them with others. Thank you for your understanding, and I hope you enjoy them.
My favorite poetry.
The majority will cover themes that have to do with a sort of wondering or longing.
Expect a lot of Walt Whitman and Shakespeare.
Also a huge DPS fan so a lot of the poems from that will be in here.
This is a very original NaPoWriMo. It contains poems that mean a lot to me, as well as ones that bring tears to my eyes, or a smile to my lips. I love poetry, and I hope you love reading them as much as I loved writing them!
So this is a short piece that I wrote for one of my English exams a couple years ago. It had to be inspired by a piece of poetry and so I chose the poem 'Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening' by Robert Frost.
This short is told form the point of view of a little boy during WWII.
'I begged my mother to let me go out and play that day. If I only I knew what was round the bend...'
It is purely fictional and any resemblance to anything is purely accidental.
Here are two of my favorite poems made by other authors.
The poems are as follows:
"Those Winter Sundays" By Robert Hayden
and
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost.
The poem "The snow raven flock" is one of my own original poems. This poem has to do with strength in numbers, as well as accomplishing and completion of a hard task. I wrote this poem to show it is possible to get things done no matter how difficult.
This is for an assignment I had to do. A creative task about the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I do not take any credit in the poem, the story here is written by me though. The world and characters aren't mine. The poem is stated at the start of the story so readers understand the story.
The ache of heart break drawn upon us is a beheading of our hopes, aspirations, dreams and all we hold dear. It is a bower when all of the walls of life seem to shrink and all that we have spoken in the dark seem to fade. Yet we have to be in the darkness to see the light.
"Poetry is a noble pursuit. It is needed to sustain life thus it develops us to a greater form of humans. We are slaves to its will for we merely not write poetry for it is poetry which writes us." I announced.
#Wattys2014
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
-Acquainted with the Night, Robert Frost