- Poets Who Didn't Know It (And those who did) -

I haven't seen any threads about poetry, recently. So I thought I would start one. The idea is that people can post something that they have written, or one of their favorites. Please, no criticism; this is just a thread to express and enjoy poetry.

I will start with something I have written:

Once upon a moonlit night
My thoughts flowed like a stream
Soon a thousand doves took flight
Each one a simple dream

A dream of lasting love
With the one I hold so dear
Every single graceful dove
My dream to have you near

A thousand dreams may seem so many
But not when they’re of you
For your love is not just any
No other’s heart will do

If you should happen to awaken
To the sound of fluttering wings
Perhaps your heart’s been taken
We dream of similar things


And a favorite, that I did not write (Frost):

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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