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Topic: Why are people so cruel to eachother
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ListensToTrees
Knowflake Posts: 2271
From: the capricious clouds, in the land formerly known as Albion
Registered: Jul 2005
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posted December 16, 2007 07:30 PM
 
So true.IP: Logged |
silverstone
Moderator Posts: 2259
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Registered: Mar 2006
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posted December 16, 2007 08:53 PM
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Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year....
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. ~Robert Frost IP: Logged |
goatgirl
Knowflake Posts: 831
From: Anywhere
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted December 16, 2007 09:51 PM
 HSC Thank you.
Amanda/GG ------------------
We are weaving character every day, and the way to weave the best character is to be kind and to be useful. Think right, act right; it is what we think and do that makes us who we are. ~ Elbert Hubbard IP: Logged |
tuxedo meow
Knowflake Posts: 819
From: Texas Gulf Coast, USA
Registered: Jul 2005
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posted December 17, 2007 10:48 AM
Such wonderful weavers of words and wisdom, you soothe and create comfort and knowing. Tuxedo MeowIP: Logged |
LovelyOne
Knowflake Posts: 22
From: Murray, UT USA
Registered: Nov 2007
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posted December 17, 2007 03:51 PM
Oh Silverstone, Robert Frost is my favorite poet!!...love his work...The first poem I ever wrote...I think I was about 7 or 8 yrs old... Love is love is love is love
forever will it stay
I hope you have a whole lot more
cause love won't stop today. Goofy, eh? IP: Logged |
LovelyOne
Knowflake Posts: 22
From: Murray, UT USA
Registered: Nov 2007
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posted December 17, 2007 03:53 PM
Great poem..STOPPING BY THE 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 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 harness 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. -Robert Frost Way back when I was in high school we sang a song that was made out of this poem...every time I read it I want to sing it...lol! IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross
Knowflake Posts: 5882
From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted December 17, 2007 04:11 PM
That's lovely, Lovely. 
I think this is the earliest poem I have of mine;
I was somewhere around 12 or 13 years old:
Poor me
Poor me, poor poor me,
a tear in trade for sympathy
my puppy licks the salty drops
no, not my mommy nor my pops
my cries are fierce
but no one sees
poor poor poor poor poor poor me
Its as good as anything I've written since, lol. 
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ListensToTrees
Knowflake Posts: 2271
From: the capricious clouds, in the land formerly known as Albion
Registered: Jul 2005
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posted December 17, 2007 04:31 PM
quote:
my puppy licks the salty drops
Aren't animals so wonderful?
So intuitive. 
Cats too.IP: Logged |
ListensToTrees
Knowflake Posts: 2271
From: the capricious clouds, in the land formerly known as Albion
Registered: Jul 2005
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posted December 17, 2007 04:33 PM
At that age, I remember writing poems with lines such as "the disrespectful disposal of trash,
the rainforests turned to ash" They all ended up in the bin though. I like to write, but most of it just comes out as wind! One of my earliest poems: "Litter, litter everywhere-
No-one ever seems to care".  IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross
Knowflake Posts: 5882
From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted December 17, 2007 07:39 PM
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LovelyOne
Knowflake Posts: 22
From: Murray, UT USA
Registered: Nov 2007
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posted December 18, 2007 12:06 PM
wow HSC, that's a pretty good poem for so young.
I was always good at English in school and excelled at poetry.
Then it seems like one day I went to write a poem and I just couldn't do it...nothing came to me.
Ever experience that?
Haven't written a poem since..IP: Logged |
zanya
Knowflake Posts: 396
From:
Registered: Oct 2007
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posted December 18, 2007 12:18 PM
Hsc has much more poetic flare than i...at a young age... here's my early effort, at nine or ten...
written at summer camp ~ reach for the stars
and you will find
the goals you have set
from time to time work your hardest
try your best
and you will find it
more rewarding
than all the rest don't worry
for God is there
and God is love
and love is everywhere. IP: Logged |
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