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Published on Nov 19, 2015
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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.
Photo by Claudio.Ar
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.
Photo by Claudio.Ar
The poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowing Evening" by Robert Frost is about a guy that has years to go before he dies. The mood of this poem is serious. The mood is shown by these words, "But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. This poem has an example of repitition. Then example is "and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. The poet used this to say he has a while to go before he dies. I like the poem because it relates to me on how Im young and still have things to get done till I die.
Photo by kevin dooley
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
Photo by t.burghes
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Photo by t.burghes
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Photo by t.burghes
The leaves on the ground danced in the wind
The brook sang merrily as it went on its way.
The fence posts gossiped and watched cars go by
which winked at each other just to say hi.
The traffic lights yelled, ”Stop, slow, go!”
The tires gripped the road as if clinging to life.
Stars in the sky blinked and winked out
While the hail was as sharp as a knife.
Photo by Vicburton
We went to an amusement park,
my family and I.
We rode on rides so scary,
I expected I would die.
Photo by onkel_wart (thomas lieser)
We rode a roller coaster
called The Homicidal Comet.
It had so many loop-de-loops
it nearly made us vomit.
We rode The Crazed Tornado,
and it jerked us hard and quick.
Photo by onkel_wart (thomas lieser)
If it were any longer, we would certainly be sick.We rode The Psycho Octopus,
which packed a nasty punch.
I think we’re pretty lucky
that we didn’t lose our lunch.
Photo by onkel_wart (thomas lieser)
Black canvas, curved space
Yellow sun of evolved grace
Living strokes of light
Photo by kevin dooley
The poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes is about how life isn't the best and that you're going to have obsticles to face. The mood of this poem is determinating. The mood is shown by these words, "So boy, dont you turn back."
Photo by kevin dooley
