Usually I kick these off with poems i've personally written, but I feel like doing something different this time. Recently I purchased a large book which contains a collection of poems from writers like Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne and a lot of others. I'd list 'em all, but I really don't feel like it, it's a lot of names. Anyway, to start us off i'll post a random one from the book.
The random poem i've chosen is "Snow-Flakes" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (I'll type it as closely as I can to how it's printed.)
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
As always I encourage that whoever enjoys writing their own poetry share what work they've done, or anyone who's always wanted to give it a shot take one here. Even if you don't think it's anything impressive, everyone starts somewhere. If not then feel free to share poems you've read that you liked, either option is happily welcome. :)
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Roses are red, Violets are red. Holy shit, My garden is on fire