Stopping por Woods on a Snowy Evening
por 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 aprovechar, arnés bells a shake
To ask if there is 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.
por 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 aprovechar, arnés bells a shake
To ask if there is 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.
por Alyssa Rivers
Help please
Does anyone hear my cry?
If tu hear my cry
Please help me understand
Why I feel this way
Like there is no hope
Can tu help me please understand
Why am I on my own?
Laying there on the floor
Never coming back
Where were you?
I needed you
I needed one call from you
I didn’t ask for much
My life was falling apart
Without being told o even saying it could
I don’t understand
Why am I here?
What am I doing wrong?
Where were you?
When I needed tu the most
When I couldn’t get back up
And couldn’t fight anymore
When I was falling down inside
When I was dying inside
My hearts gone and vanished
Where were you?
When I needed tu the most
Help me please
If tu hear my cry
Help me understand why
A piece of sky
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A día never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A playa found
And turned apart,
In buscar of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
por a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A día never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A playa found
And turned apart,
In buscar of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
por a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
A poem
por edward-lover456
a poem is a way to let out you'r feelings.
a poem is a unlemated use of words that mostrar what tu are feeling and thinking.
a poem is the underlayers of the soul no one gets to see.
a poem is a couple of words that can make a difrents.
A poem is away to heal o meand o make tu smile o laugh o be happy a poem has the power to make feeling better o worse witch ever tu deside.
thanks so much for lectura this guys and even if tu do not write poems try it tu mite think its fun i hope tu injoyed this.
por edward-lover456
a poem is a way to let out you'r feelings.
a poem is a unlemated use of words that mostrar what tu are feeling and thinking.
a poem is the underlayers of the soul no one gets to see.
a poem is a couple of words that can make a difrents.
A poem is away to heal o meand o make tu smile o laugh o be happy a poem has the power to make feeling better o worse witch ever tu deside.
thanks so much for lectura this guys and even if tu do not write poems try it tu mite think its fun i hope tu injoyed this.