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| Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint of snow. I am the sunlight on ripend grain. When you wake in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circle flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die. -anon. |
| Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. |
| Inside Bottled up inside Are the words I never said, The feelings that I hide, The lines you never read. You can see it in my eyes, Read it on my face: Trapped inside are lies Of the past I can't replace. With memories that linger- Won't seem to go away. Why can't I be happier? Today's a brand-new day. Yesterdays are over, Even though the hurting's not. Nothing last forever, I must cherish what I've go. Don't take my love for granted, For soon it will be gone- All you ever wanted Of the love you thought you'd won. The hurt I'm feeling now Won't disappear overnight, But someway, somehow, Everything will turn out all right, No more wishing for the past. It wasn't meant to be. It didn't seem to last, So I have to set him free. -Melissa Collette |
| THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost |
| I Was Once in Love You captured away my innocents, And kept it locked up tight. You hid it away in that airtight jar, Most people call your heart. You took me out of my deep dark hole. You made me smile. You made me laugh. But now, all I can do is cry. At one point in time I believed in what you said, What you did, And what you were, I believed in you. I knew that�s all you ever wanted. I knew why I could call you mine. But I said no and she said yes. And you let it slip out. True, I was once in love, But I was never in love with you! -Kathryn Daniel |
| Shooting Stars Stars up in the midnight sky Are falling quick So make your wish And hope your dreams come true. -Kathryn Daniel |
| No difference Small as a peanut Big as a giant, We're all the same size When we turn off the light. Red black or orange, Yellow or white We all look the same When we turn off the light. So maybe the way To make everything right Is for God to just reach out And turn off the light! -Shel Silverstein |
| These are a few of my favorite poems and a few I've written myself. Hope ya enjoy em! |
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