NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
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oblivious
you mock me
you call me funny names
you don't understand me
you don't get my pain
you've never been in my shoes
so don't sit there and tell me
that every-thing's going to be all right
you don't know my struggles
you don't understand anything i say
i feel like i'm talking to a wall sometimes
cause you just sit there and look at me
with no expression upon your face
i try to be everything that you want me to be
i try to be everything you need me to be
well i'm tired i'm being your bitch
and doing all your grunt work
and i'm tired of jumping through hoops for you
to get nothing but yelled at
so here's what i'm gonna do
and this is my last and final word to you
i don't want your pity
and i don't wat your empty looks
waste them on someone else
give them to another person
for i have no time for you now
-Polly
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not sure what you want to hear, but i'll try my best to spout off something that i think you'l like
sitting here, thinking of you
knowing that you're out there
thinking of me... i hope
why don't you call
i never hear the phone ring
you never write anymore,
i miss your little notes
i wish i could see your face
to know the sight of you again
it's not a lot that i ask
where are you!
why don't you come see me?
you never try anymore...
i think it's time i ended this
whatever "this" is
-Polly
Robert Frost home page
Ways to Describe Myself in Prose or Poetry
that girl that walks
that girl that talks
that girl who likes brass
that girl with the ass
lucious lori lies on the luxirious lap of her lover longing to loyally explore his loins.
silently she strolls slowly down the stairs as every1 stares at her amazing beauty and self-confidence...
she wonders about life
she wanders through life
she sleeps through life
she creeps through life
she makes a scene
she takes the jellybeans
she feels sad
she feels glad
she cries
she dies
inside...
-Lori Anderson
Some of Shel's childrens works
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Shel Silverstien
Known nationally for his children's works, he also wrote for the "adult" genre. An amazing man that I look up to as a poet and human. Sad that he is no longer with us today. Below is my absolute favorite poem by him. I had it memorized by the time I was in 3rd or 4th grade! |
Bear In There
There's a polar bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire.
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