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  1. Shakespeares sonnets are beautiful, I like all poem.the shakespeares sonnet -18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
  2. My favorite christmas poem, ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! ” As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle, But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
  3. The wedding poem>>>> “True Love” True love is a sacred flame that burns eternally, And none can dim its special glow or change its destiny. True love speaks in tender tones and hears with gentle ear, True love gives with open heart and true love conquers fear. True love makes no harsh demands It neither rules nor binds, True love holds with gentle hands the hearts that it entwines.
  4. Alone poem, when read this poem, I realize my self and make me cry, I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me, So I wore a mask that always smiled; To hide my feelings behind a lie. Before long, I had many friends; With my mask, I was one of them. But deep inside, I still felt empty, Like I was missing a part of me. Nobody could hear my cries at night For I designed my mask to hide the lies. Nobody could see the pain I was feeling For I designed my mask to be laughing. Behind all the smiles were the tears And behind all the comfort were the fears. Everything you think you see, Wasn't everything there was to me. Day by day, I was slowly dying. I couldn't go on, There was something missing.. Until now I'm still searching For the thing that'll stop my crying. For someone who'll erase my fears, For the person who'll wipe my tears. But till then I'll keep on smiling. Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing. Hoping one day I can smile, Till then, I'll be here.. waiting.
  5. Lastly i read this poem, It is very easy to memorize, The topic of this poem is"The purple Cow" I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one, But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one!
  6. This poem topic is perfect day, really super lryics i like this below poem, I wake up And the day feels Broken I tilt my head I'm trying to get an angle 'Cause the evening I've always longed for It could still happen How do I master The perfect day Six glasses of water Seven phonecalls If you leave it alone It might just happen Anyway It's not up to you Oh it never really was It's not up to you Oh it never really was It's not up to you Well it never really was It's not up to you If you wake up And the day feels Ah broken Just lean into the crack (Just lean into the crack) And it will tremble Ever so nicely Notice How it sparkles Down there I can decide What I give But it's not up to me What I get given Unthinkable surprises About to happen But what they are It's not up to you Well it never really was It's not up to you Oh it never really was It's not up to you Oh it never really was It's not up to you Oh, me, share It's not up to you It's not up to you Oh, it never really was It's not up to you Well, it never really was It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you There's too much Clinging To peak There's too much Pressure
  7. I like frienship sonnets, I like this sonnet post below, What does a real, true best friend mean to you? Someone that you share all your secrets with? Or someone that you are always close to? Are they like your twin, or is that a myth? True friends relate to you like no other. They’re the ones that I can tell my soul to. True friends are there to help one another. Through thick and thin, they’re always there for you. A true friend is like a precious flower, or an angel who lifts us to our feet. A bond, that keeps growing every hour, a friendship that never ends bittersweet. To me, true best friends are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never at heart.
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