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Something there is that doesnt love a wall
That wants it down
'Good fences make good neighbors'
Theyre not my Frosted words to recite
But when I write
The words bypass my judgement
natures first green will soon be diluted
by the materialistic wants and desires of humans
nature has been the worlds only constant
she's been here before primitive humans were conscious
Two poems lie crumpled on the floor,
And sorry I had not the patience to read them both,
I contemplated throwing them away.
But I skimmed through one as best I could
Nature's most beautifulest cravings, desire of lustful emotions. Pupils dilated, heart racing temperature rises, sweat falling, She loves him but he loves what hes getting. We all want it when its coming our way.
Miles away apart from grace,
I need your love to guide me through; where no fear is ever known.
Though seclude, I feel right at home.
Late at night, like my overseer I feel you watching my every move.
Based off of “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost
Day’s first rise is bright
Her bleakest tinge to light
Her early beams aglow
True beauty showing so slow
Then magic disappears
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
poetry is the voice for those who feel voiceless
its words that come together to fill up the holes
its senteces of happiness but also calls of distress.
Nerves racing,
heart pounding,
I walk up to the stage.
I have to read this poem
(just some words written on a page).
They're Robert Frost's
"Wind and Window Flower"
so beautiful but far;