Fire and Ice - Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 


Fundo este poema en engles clase. Mi mucho gusto! No poder descubrir que el meant aunque. Su rima plan es mas bien!

Silence is Oblivion - Lindsey Brown

The screech overwhelms your brain

As neurons shoot like a runaway train.

It rings through your ears

Drumming for an eternity.

It’s all you can cling to as you drain

Of all sanity.

“My life was in vain.”

Here goes your mind,

The poor, little dear.

This life was far from kind.

Heart thumping, and pumping into a frenzy

Your lungs block up with fear.

You exhale dread. That’s what you’ll find.

Do you know what’s transpiring?

Over and over it screams so loud,

Yet nothing is found.

The loudest scream

That gnaws at your soul.

It flows through,

You see, when exposed it consumes you.

Heir more powerful than foul;

It's emptiness and silence I speak of with such terror.

Did you find your solo sailing any fairer?

Esto es favorito poesia escribo! Yo amor la estructura y retorcida de it. Creo it es escribir muy bien. Yo tambien gustar la secretar it tiene.

A Noiseless, Patient Spider - Walt Whitman

A noiseless, patient spider,I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my Soul, where you stand,Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to connect them;Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor hold;Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

Esta es a bella metafora! Describir como sento actualmente. Acentuado ultimamente. Para la pasado  pocos mes' verdad. No me gusta.

I'm Still Me - Amy Vallie

Some say I'm psychotic

Some don't understand

Some say it's genetic

But inside i'm still that man

People assume that I will be violent

Or have a personality like Jeckll and Hyde

People believe that it is a big taboo

But there are others like me world wide

Sometimes I hear things that don't make a sound

Times aromas that are not there

It is hard to concentrate, I drift and drift

Sometimes it's my living nightmare

Receiving Help early gives a better outlook

But i will never escape it

Treatment, medication and help

Has helped me greatly to deal with it

The day I was diagnosed I was only sixteen

I didnt understand what a mental illness was

Poorly understood, misconceptions

What could have been the cause

One of the most common serious mental health conditions

Delusions,muddled thought, hallucinations

Changes in Behaviour

I will endevour

Don't mark me as a Schizo

Or ill or a freak

I've grown stronger inside

I am not weak

So look at the facts before you think it's easy

Labels are for cans, don't place them on me

It is a condition but it will not take over

I will deal with it as did my mother

Me gusta poesia pero conto. Teno mi parte de mental problems. Gente ese juez poder      hacer dano a. Este es amaturely terminado pero yo inmovil gustar it.

Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Me gusta este poesia porque et shows gente are defectuoso. El es dicho ella es no perfecto, aunque, et shows verdadero amor.

The Mime - Lindsey Brown

What’s the point in words,

When what you say is incomprehensible;
When it sounds absurd?
Help me
To sort through every petty crime.
I have the fragments of my memory,
However this life is as stretched as a century.
What is there to clasp, to keep?
When all your emotions are jumbled in a heap.
Thoughts escape,
And with no words with which to relate,
I slowly become a mime.
I built my façade.
Where are you, God?
This mask gets heavy and hot,
Didn’t you have my life to plot?
I think you looked it over;
Somehow forgot.
Can't you find the time?
Maybe this face covers my distraught
Heart.
So I’m back to point A,
Just to say
To put the gun away.
Life will go on,
With or without you;
You have a part
To play.
Don’t you want to say you’d won?
Dear mime,
Leave me be.
For it is she
I love not this fake.
Though the outcome is opaque;
Give me back my words,
They’re mine to take.

Escribo la poema. No mi mucho gusta. Lo es una de mi proto poemas. Yo am a principiante, pero yo am mejor.

Hell Is Knocking at My Door - Anonymous

Please, I'm begging for help down on my knees,
But I want you to leave.
I won't put you through pain and blame.
I won't give you the shame of knowing my name.
I'll cry sweet red bliss of you tonight,
But I'll only cause pain.

I'll only bring suffering.
Eventually you'll feel the same.

No matter what I do I fall more.
Hell is knocking at my door;

As I sigh and lie on the bedroom floor
I've lost my faith.
I'll say goodbye.
I refuse to even let you see me cry.
 I don't want to hurt you with lies.
I want you to free me from these ties. 

I wish I could love you like I want to,
But i can love only few.

It wears me down.

Darling, don't frown. 

Stay strong for me

while fear runs through my veins.
Mark my words.

I'll break from hell's chains.

I'm cold to myself and life isn't this.
I even refuse to lend you my kiss.
I'll tell you this;

I wish you would stay
Till my last day.
I wish you could save all these lost tears

throughout these past years
But I'll spare you the pain

Of this shameful game.
I leave you like this without even a kiss.
I lose myself tonight in my misery of bliss.

Verdad es escribo este poesia. Shh! Lo es a secreto! Yo esperanza te gusta et mucho! Lo es mi interpretación de otro.