Historias de Robertfrost

Just a fancy name for i was given a prompt to write about and made poems out of it.

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

A collection of poems that the author writes describing his world, his feelings and his fears in this rapidly evolving sphere.

This book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that did not start out blind. They are meant to remind that person of everything that they loved seeing. If you have a poem that you want me to include, please tell me in a comment and please list the author's name and the name of the poem. Please remember that I will list the name of the person who commented right along with the poem. Even though most people are honest, I don't want to get in trouble for plagiarism. I don't own the pictures and if I do own one of them I will mention it before the poem. Some parts (around the late 30s to early 40s chapters) may be triggering read with care.

Poems by different poets This is basically more or less a place for me to store and organize poems and poets I like.

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

There are only two poems that I have and remember writing in High school. Possibly Freshmen year. Edit: As of 4/19/2022, I have taken an American Literature class in my college. There are about 2-3 weeks left, and I have some new original poems that have stemmed from it. Edit 2: 5/14/2022 All my classes have ended for the semester. I have the summer now, and anything added to this is just random whims of my built-up imagination. Edit 3: 10/14/2022 I'm taking a creative writing class and I have some poems to add from it.

A beautiful poem by Robert Frost

A collection of bizarre unspoken thoughts. "Verba volant, scripta manent." Spoken words fly away, written ones remain.

This is my favorite poem

Poem Book

Dr. Scatlo Mozart p.h.d is advanced biological scatology unleashes his artistic nature in this new beautiful collection of scatological poems. Join along in the soothing experience, as the words of beauty flows into one's minds, and most importantly, let it inspire the youth for generations to come. Come and read the words even Robert Frost would have been jealous to hear, better yet read along in your joyous experience on your own throne. THIS IS SATIRE

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.

Poetry about life and death with inspiration from Robert frost.

In this book I will publish short stories I've written just for fun and those I've written for contests I'm participating in (of course I had fun writing them, too). Have fun reading!

Rose'll stop at nothing to find the truth. No matter what it costs her.

Golden Shovel Poem about the weight of Home vs. Adventure, as well as other dualities in life.