The Road Not Taken is one of the most and well-known poems which are written by the great Robert Frost. It talks about the moment when the speaker has to choose between the two paths in the woods. This decision represents the choices we all face in our life. The poem is capturing the feeling of uncertainty and the wonder about where the different choices will lead us. It also reminds us that our decisions shape out future, and also sometimes taking the less obvious path which we take can make all the difference.
Good Poems also represents the emotions and capture the feelings we may struggle to express. These poems inspire us, comfort us, or remind us of the deeper meaning of life. These poems may be short but are meaningful which capture the emotions like sadness or joy in a few lines. Poems like Good Morning Poems for her or Short Poems for a Good friend celebrate the beauty of relationships and the connection we feel with others. Poems like Do Goof Anyway by Mother Teresa encourage the kindness and doing good, even when it is difficult.
The Road Not Taken Poem
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
Frost Poem The Road Not Taken
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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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Good Poems
Is going up to see the sky,
A little light with wings.
I never could have thought of it,
To have a little bug all lit
And made to go on wings.
but my pen ran out of ink.
My hamster ate my homework.
My computer’s on the blink.
I accidentally dropped it
in the soup my mom was cooking.
My brother flushed it down the toilet
when I wasn’t looking.
My mother ran my homework
through the washer and the dryer.
An airplane crashed into our house.
My homework caught on fire.
Volcanoes struck our town.
My notes were taken hostage
by an evil killer clown.
Some aliens abducted me.
I had a shark attack.
A pirate swiped my homework
and refused to give it back.
I worked on these excuses
so darned long my teacher said,
“I think you’ll find it’s easier
to do the work instead.
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
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Good Morning Poems for Her
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
The hues of the morning mist
Seem less impressive everyday
In front of your beauty
None of them stands tall
Compared to your radiance
Even the sun feels so small.
So much more
To look forward to
Fly high and soar
Every moment brings
So much delight
Just being with you
Makes everything feel right
Good morning
Shining down upon is a big bright sky,
The sun is smiling down on you,
Feel the freshness of the morning dew,
My sweetheart, I just want to say,
That I love and miss you so much today,
Good morning to you
Because I love you
And the river its banks.
The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly ‘Constancy is not for you’.
The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.
The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you.
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Short Poem for a Good Friend
Is that special feeling in your heart
A feeling from deep down inside
A feeling that no one should hide
A friend is there through good and bad
They make you happy when you’re sad
they brighten up your darkest day
Just by the simple thing’s they say
Now friendship can’t be bought or sold
It may get tarnished and may get old
You can overcome your greatest fear
Just look around, and it is there
Now friendship’s one and only cost
Is to make sure that it’s never lost
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
Your praises he is quick to voice.
No grievous fault or passing whim
Can make an enemy of him.
And though your need be great or small,
His strength is yours throughout it all.
A best friend
I’ll be there when the tears start to fall
And the rays of sunshine hits
We shall play a game of soccer in the rain
We will be friends to the end of time
I’ll be there when you break your knee
When you are too scared to cry
I will be there when time passes by
And I hope you’ll be there to
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee when bad times are here
Instead they will be there to lend an ear
They will think of ways to make you smile
So you can be happy for a while
When times are good and happy there after
They will be there to share the laughter
Do not forget your friends at all
For they pick you up when you fall
Do not expect to just take and hold
Give friendship back, it is pure gold.
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still.
Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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Do Good Anyway Poem Mother Teresa
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and some true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and truthful,
people may deceive you.
Be honest and truthful anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough.
Give your best anyway.
You see,
in the final analysis, it is between you and God;
it was never between you and them anyway.
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Death of a Good Friend Poem
It’s okay to cry.
Just know I’ll never forget you.
This isn’t a permanent goodbye.
Sometimes I sit and wonder
If you are standing by my side,
Giving me the courage
To carry on with pride.
I’ll hold onto our memories,
Until this life is done.
In my heart is where I’ll store them,
Where we can be as one.
Where you once dwelled, dear friend.
A bond that spanned a lifetime
Came abruptly to an end.
Will my memories sustain me
Even now that you have gone?
Or will your image slowly fade away
Without your face to gaze upon?
I will never feel the comfort
Of your loving, warm embrace.
You will never make me laugh again
Until my stomach aches.
You won’t answer when I call,
And when I start to lose my balance,
You can’t catch me if I fall.
I won’t have your voice of reason
When I start to lose my way
Or your reassuring words of strength
When I’m feeling so afraid.
I will treasure all those good old days,
All those secrets that we shared,
So that carefree girl I was with you
Won’t completely disappear.
I’ll hold tightly to your memory
And forever miss you so.
But I’ll trust that God must need you more,
And I will gently let you go.
I’ve learned to live for each day
And take it as a blessing,
Knowing it may not always be this way.
Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned that when everything goes wrong
To never give up on what is right
Because it can only make you strong.
Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned that even when you’re in a lot of pain
You’ve got to hold yourself together
So you won’t feel like you’re going insane.
Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned how to hold the tears when I want to cry
Because all I have is memories
And just want to ask God why.
But mostly, since the loss of you,
I’ve learned a life can be taken in the blink of an eye
And only Heaven really knows when
That person will have to say “Goodbye.”
For always being there.
Even when you were bedridden,
You always seemed to care.
You meant so much to all of us;
You were special and that’s no lie.
You brightened up the darkest day
And even the greyest sky.
Many tears I have seen and cried.
They have all poured out like rain.
I know that you are happy now
‘Cause you’re no longer in pain.
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