you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting their bad advice--
though the whole house began to tremble
and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
I love to read poems alot.It doesn't matter what poems that I read.Poems are a part of me.I just know that.Love to write poems so much and a lot.I know how I feel when ending up to writing poems.Poems are the part of the life that I do like.I love it.It makes me feel better to...
the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
It's a backwards boy who's upside down.
His feet are where his head should be.
And there is this that puzzles me.
If his head is always on the ground.
Is it flat instead of round?
And when he says yes. Does he nod his head, or wiggle his toes instead?
When he wants some food to...