poetry chapbook

I was introduced this poem by my friend who said it was good. I found that my friend was right this poem was mysterious and amazing. I decided this would be the poem i would write about. This poem is called stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by robert frost.

In my heart poem  stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by robert frost is about how he may have promises to people here but he has miles to go before his final rest in life. In the last four lines they really explain the poem. This poem is mysterious while it shows a lot of emotions in it. It shows longing to stay in. It shows determination to not stop.

 In this poem i feel like this poem was meant to be mysterious while at the same time enticing. In the last part of the poem he says these woods are lovely,dark,and deep. It makes him want to stay but then he says i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep. So he has to head on and not stop see the beauty of these woods.In this poem he goes through a lot emotions like longing for the woods in front of him.

 In this poem he loath to leave the beauty in front of him.So he has to keep moving forward and not look back. He cant stop till he has fulfilled his promises. This poem connects with me because i really love poems about nature. In this poem it shows the beauty of everything in front of him.

In this poem it shows a longing for something he cant have. Reading this makes me want to go find this place out in the world


my poems
As the lights die out
And the couple pass
You can see a new side
of this park farther
and farther away
never able to talk
But always swaying in the wind
Through my branches  i
Feel air going through
and more people pass
Through ages we grow
And through ages we watch
Watching boys become men
and girls become women
Letting life grow second by second
day by day
year by year

I made this poem on a photo i saw of a couple passing through a park.The trees looked like they watched the couple.

As people walk by
you hear there boots
stomp you hear the crunching snow
you hear the world
go by the birds cawing
And more people dying
And ever more are
just starting

This poem was made about really listening to nature.You can hear the start of new life and the end of old.