Grade+8+Poetry

Poem-On My First Daugther http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/jonson/daughter.htm

http://www.cycnet.com.cn/englishcorner/poem/friend02.htm -Poem by Susan Polis Schutz
 * A Friend Is One of the Best Things in Life**

http://www.cycnet.com.cn/englishcorner/poem/love05.htm -Poem by Susan Polis Schutz
 * I Love You So Much**

SWSW


 * __i believe__**

i believe

It was only yesterday, That we’ve said goodbye But I feel like it has been centuries When a day past by without you

I still remember our last conversation It ended in blue, with bitterness. I wonder when tomorrow come Will you be thinking of me?

I wonder who you will be with. Who will be next to you to hold your hands? Will you mean as much to that person As much as you mean to me.

Will you ever know the sorrow inside of me? That is tearing my heart apart. Will you ever know how much you mean to me? What is it like for me when I’m not with you?

I believe that when I’m with you, All of my sorrow would disappear, Every time when I’m feeling blue Your voice and smile would bring me out.

It is hurt to know that you are crying It is worst for me to see it, I believe that every time you cry, Your tears would tear my heart apart.

I believe that without you All the stars in the sky would disappear There would be no air for me to breath Tomorrow would seem far away…

Author unknown Angang


 * __I am the wind__**

I am the wind that wavers, You are the certain land; I am the shadow that passes Over the sand. I am the leaf that quivers, You--the unshaken tree; You are the stars that are steadfast, I am the sea. You are the light eternal, Like a torch I shall die... You are the surge of deep music, I--but a cry!

author Zoë Akins Angang


 * __Of Life And Death__**

The ports of death are sins ; of life, good deeds ; Through which our merit leads us to our meeds. How wilful blind is he, then, that would stray, And hath it, in his powers, to make his way ! This world death's region is, the other life's ; And here, it should be one of our first strifes, So to front death, as men might judge us past it : For good men but see death, the wicked taste it.

Author: Benjamin Jonson Little Strong

Love is like magic and it always will be, For love still remains life's sweet mystery.
 * __Love is Like Magic__**

Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange And there's nothing in life that love cannot change!

Love can transform the most commonplace Into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace.

Love is unselfish, understanding and kind, For it sees with its heart and not with its mind.

Love is the answer that everyone seeks... Love is the language that every heart speaks.

Love can't be bought, it is priceless and free, Love, like pure magic, is life's sweet mystery!

http://www.cycnet.com.cn/englishcorner/poem/028.htm Author Unknown By Cedric-SuperX

=My Life= //after Henri Michaux//

Joe Wenderoth
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/079.html By angus