Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Happy autumn! <33333333
Tag: poems
Top Five Shel Silverstein Quotes and Poems
1.) "Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be." Shel Silverstein 2.) "All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas.. Layin' In The Sun, Talkin' 'Bout The Things They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done... But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas, All Ran Away And Hid From One Little… Continue reading Top Five Shel Silverstein Quotes and Poems
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
"Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums A thousand welcomes when anyone comes." Happy St. Patrick's Day!!! <3333333333
Happy Birthday Poe love me & Jeff Buckley
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe <333333333333333333
Words are things
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think."-Lord Byron If you're not getting any bites on your 300,000+ 'fiction novel' perhaps your words are falling a bit more like... a torrential downpour. Just a thought.
The Road Not Taken
This is still one of my favorite poems of all time... The Road Not Taken 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… Continue reading The Road Not Taken
Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday
I love autumn, especially in New York. The changing leaves, the crispness in the air... I can almost smell those marshmallow's toasting now. Autumn Leaves-Kerri Maniscalco The autumn leaf falls like a ballerina twirls Without a sound as it gently touches the ground In beautiful poetic swirls It paints a picture for me, Of… Continue reading Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday
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