Can you share a poem with me?

Question

ok, if it's too much to write, just the title and the author

Answer 1

The Last of the Shadow Fades Away

Morbid poems I have been writing
For with myself I have been fighting
Shadowed words for a shadowed mind
But I really think it's time
To put away the shattered past
And find contentment God, at last
Glad again to be alive
This one thing I hope to strive
To be the person I used to be
No, she's still inside of me
I buried her deep, wanted to forget
But now that's the one thing I regret
Shadows lift away, return no more
I want the person I was before
Set me free, no longer stay
The last of the shadow fades away

Written by me about 3 years ago.

Answer 2

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Answer 3

This poem is one I wrote, so I don't know if this is what you're looking for, but here goes:

Sailors Laments

Standing on a stone on a misty isle,
It looks as though I'll be here awhile.

My ship is at the bottom of the sea,
I'm all alone, is's only me.

Gone is my captain, gone is the crew,
I'm cold and I'm hungry, what shall I do?

First Mate Jones and Peg Leg Bob,
Oh rude, rude sea why did you rob
me of the ones I knew so well,

Now twenty years later I'm old and I smell.

Answer 4

Her Broom, or the Ride of the Witch
from Witches
My broom
with its tufts of roses
beckoning at the black,
with its crown of thistles,
prickling the sky,
with its carved crescents
winking silverly
at Diana,
with its thick brush
of peacock feathers
sweeping the night,
with its triangle
of glinting fur.

I ride
over the roofs
of doom.
I ride
while he thinks me safe
in our bed.
My forehead
he thinks that scraggly
other broom,
my hips that staff,
my sex that stump
of blackthorn
& of twine.

Ah, I will ride
over the skies--
orange as apricots
slashed red
with pomegranate clouds-
He will think me
safe in our bed.
He will think I fear
such fabulous
flight.

It is his bed I fear!
I will burn the clouds
with my marvelous broom.
I will catch Persephone's seeds
on my flaming tongue.

Ah--if I burn for this,
how beautiful my ashes--
& how beautiful,
my beautiful, comet-tailed
broom!
By Erica Jong

Answer 5

THIS IS MY FAVORITE POEM..BESIDE FOOTPRINT.. HOPE YOU LIKE...

Unusual times
Unknown author

The paradox of our time in history is that we
Have taller buildings, but shorter tempers, wider
Freeways, but narrower view points; we spend more,
But have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families;
More conveniences, but less time; we have more
Degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but
less judgment; more experts, but more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced
Our values, we talk too much, love to seldom,
And hate too often. We’ve learned how to make
A living, but not a life; We’ve added years to life,
But not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the
New neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space but
not inner space; We’ve cleaned up the air, but
polluted our soul; We’ve split the atom, but not
our prejudice; We have higher incomes, but lower moral;
We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

There are times of tall men, and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace,
But domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun;
The days of two incomes, but more divorces;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.

It’s a time when there is much in the show window
And nothing in the stockroom; a time when
Technology can bring you this letter,
And a time when you can
Choose either to make a difference,
Or just hit delete…..

Answer 6

i dont hve any poems, but i got these cute messages u can send to ur friends:

"sweet things are easy to buy, sweet words are easy to say, but sweet ppl like u are hard to find....may ur life be as sweet as u :)"

"if i could be anythin, i would be ur tears, so i was born in ur eyes, live down ur cheeks and die on ur lips"

"days are too busy....hours are too fast...seconds are too few...nut theres always time for me to remember u :)"

"ur an I.D.I.O.T

Impressive
Decent
Intelligent
Optimistic
Talented.

are u smilin now? u I.D.I.O.T"

"one of the many reasons why god is great is because he did not create ppl with price tags, or i would hve never been able to afford a friend like u"

Answer 7

a leaf,
one of the last parts
from a maple branch,
it is spinning in the
transparent air of october,
falls on a heap of others,
stops,
fades.
no one admired
its entrancing struggle
with the wind,
followed its flight.
no one will distinguish it now
as it lies
among other leaves.
no one saw
what it did.
i am the only one...

*a leaf by bronislaw maj

Answer 8

I am waiting for you to come back to me
I wonder if you still love me
I hear your voice in my head
I see us being happy together
I want you to be here with me tonight
I am waiting for you to come back to me

I pretend you are standing next to me
I feel like talking to you
I worry about you
I cry cuz you ain't with me
I am waiting for you to come back to me

I understand why you don't want to talk to me
I say to you I love you
I dream of you
I try to stay strong
I hope you will love me again
I am waiting for you to come back to me

(It's about my first crush I wrote it when I was 14) I had another poem but it's hard to remember

Answer 9

Here goes:
Quintin's sittin hittin Griffin,
Griffin's hittin Quintin too.
If Quintin's quittin hittin Griffin,
What will Griffin sit and do?

Don't even ask how I remember that...

Answer 10

Love is like War...
Easy to begin....
Hard to end...
Pain and suffer...