ANROHA25 'S Poetry

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Sunday, November 23, 2008

My favorite poem ever written**

A Psalm of Life By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Live is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest", Was not spoken of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 27, 2008

I love this poem, hope you all do to!

Stoping by Woods On a snowy Evening _____________________________ Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stoping 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... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Magic Little Green Trees

Magic Little Green Trees by ANROHA25 One day a little Gnome, Was walking outside in the forest, All alone. He stopped to rest by a little green tree. He never realized the tree was alive, Until it spoke to him, It said: 'Hi!'. He jumped up and fell over, And while he was standing up, He said: 'Nice... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

My dog Brisket

You may ask me why I named my dog Brisket, Well, like I tell everyone, if you are that interested, sit back and I shall tell you all the tail, of how he got his name. It was a cold winter night, some time in December, When my family and I were sitting down for dinner. There was a knock at the door,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Today

Wake up at four, Get to work by five, Do you ever wonder if you will survive? Back home at noon, To get the kids some lunch, Back to work at two, Will it ever stop? Today is like no other day, Just one passing through, you think one will ever come around just for you? We all say we have our good... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Kobeail

The selfushness, The hateness, That crul and horibal feel, for one boy had a toy that he stole. He would play with this toy in the darkest of night, the quite and crul night, for the toy was called Kobeail. If this does not make you Sign in to see full entry.

Bald Eagle

As he flies along the wild sky, he can vanish in the blink of an eye. He may stop to rest on top of a tree, so high you can hardly see.......... He is called a Bald Eagle. Yes that is his name, You can ask him a hundred times and he will still tell you the same. As he flies along the sea so bold,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tea and Coffee

The cold wind blows outside in the snow, as I sit by my fire, what do I desire? Perhaps some coffee or some tea, that sounds vary good to me! Green tea, White tea and Black tea too, coffee made with cream and sugar, just right for you. Or maybe Hot chocolate is more to your taste, it all depends on... Sign in to see full entry.

Tiger! Tiger!

Tiger-Tiger, tell me where you be, they will be coming to hunt thee! Tiger-Tiger, tell me where you lie, is it under this big tree we all call the sky? Tiger-Tiger, tell me where you hunt, do you wait in the darkness for all of your prey, or do you hunt every single sunny day? Tiger-Tiger, tell me... Sign in to see full entry.

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