Robertfrost Stories

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.

Compilation of my favourite short poems..

This poem is a copy of Robert Frost work to honor his work.

Best poems across the world by different writers each telling their own story.

"i believe we have some power over who we love, it isn't something that just happens to a person." "i think the poets might disagree." "well, i'm not a poet, I'm just a woman." also know as, a series of my meaningful, meaningless, messages. that I wish to produce in my English class, or have. <3 (i'm fine if you borrow! just ask first, and credit me please)

****written for midnight sun contest Elle is sent on a scavenger hunt by her boyfriend Nick. Its a special night, but bittersweet, because she moves back home tomorrow, away from one magical summer and the boy who has her under his spell. Tonight though, she is reliving their summer memories. Will they say goodbye forever, or will Elle find that Nick is the storybook ending she has been searching for?

**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.

Another Great Poem By Robert Frost

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

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

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.

This blog partially explains why I have not blogged much in January.

A painting of words... Its all about how you perceive it.

Title Explains it all.

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