love poem xxx

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

hi everyone
mr howard,
i am writing in FULL ENGLISH and have written my story so there....

from now on i will write PROPER english :s

are we ment to do sentences?

The Kid In The Back Of The Class

© Nick

The kids pointed and the kids laughed
at the young man that sat in the back of the class.

The one with his head down
to conceal his lost frown,
the one whose face of confusion
led to all the student's intrusion.

Him feeling miserable was the children's desire
they most enjoyed teasing him of his attire.
From the clothing he would wear
to the weird styles of his hair.

As the children ridiculed him and called him names
the young man hid his face in great shame.
What was he to do when it was one vs. all?
Cause he knew what they'd do when they found him in the hall.

The bruises on his skin
were not punishments from his own sins.
But they were the cruelty for his differences,
and the consequence of his existence.

It was midday the next day when the school went under attack
the students inside had no time to react.
Everything was happening all so fast
and it all started right after that first blast.

Loud gunshots filled every hall
and blood was splattered all over every wall.
For thirty long minutes the rampage went on
until it finally ended with the death of the con.

When it was all over, reporters flooded the scene,
and asked everyone around what they had seen.
Students said they never saw the man
they said as soon as they heard the guns, they all just ran

Days later the school was still full of broken glass
but that didn't stop students from returning to class.
When class had started the students placed, under their desks, their feet.
and they all turned around to notice in the back that there was one empty seat...

by nick this poem is interesting

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JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872) `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.
kay, next poem is my free choice hands down favourite poem EVER



"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

my nxt poem is a b

The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough by Ellis Parker Butler

I am standing under the mistletoe,
And I smile, but no answering smile replies
For her haughty glance bids me plainly know
That not for me is the thing I prize;
Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes,
Indifference looks on my barefaced guile;
She knows, of course, what my act implies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

I stand here, eager, and beam and glow,
And she only looks a refined surprise
As clear and crisp and as cold as snow,
And as—Stop! I will never criticise!
I know what her cold glance signifies;
But I’ll stand just here as I am awhile
Till a smile to my pleading look replies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show
A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies;
I claim that such lips on such maidens owe
A—something—the custom justifies;
I claim that the mistletoe rule applies
To her as well as the rank and file;
We should meet these things in a cheerful guise—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

ENVOY

These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise—
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!

allad and its quite nice...

today i have finally decided to do the homework! this is my old poem....

Along The Field as We Came By

ALONG the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
The aspen over stile and stone
Was talking to itself alone.
‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
A country lover and his lass;
Two lovers looking to be wed;
And time shall put them both to bed,
But she shall lie with earth above,
And he beside another love.’

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And overhead the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.

Alfred Edward Housman

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im sorry guys i have 2 put whats good about the funny poem :I I LIKE IT CAUSE its about a granny and the wind keeps blowing on her

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granny by spike milligan
through every nook and every cranny
the wind blew in on poor old granny
around her knees into each ear
and up her nose aswell i fear

all through the night the wind grew worse
it nearly made the vicar curse
the top had fallen off the steeple
just missing him (and other people)

it blew on man it blew on beast
it blew on nun it blew on priest
it blew the wig of auntie fanny
but most of all it blew on granny :D

this poem is funny guys so plz comment xxxx

hey mr howard!!!