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MoonIce SG

The Crossroad of life

As I come walking down
Along the path of life
Its just like I am crossing a road

When it turn red
I stop and think of the past
From the saddest moment to the happiest moment of my life

And then it turn green
Its then I move on to another stage of life
Finally I come to a crossroad

On the left it lead to the past
Which I had passed thru before
The present straight on
But I choose the right which leads to the future
Here I see myself looking neither sad nor happy
Instead I looked lost
But I had never regret my choice
For there are no present without future
I looked forward unrelenting

DeadPoet SG

Very well written. Very Happy

When I read the first three stanzas, it gives me the feeling as if I am walking along with the author, taking small steps at a time, i.e. walk, pause, walk, pause, walk, pause. I really like this feeling a lot.

Then at the fourth and finally stanza, the author was forced to make a decision, should she turn to the left, go straight, or to the right?

This poem reminds me of another poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1874 1963). Luckier than you, he only have to make two choices. Wink

MoonIce SG

wat choices?

MoonIce SG

In mermory of my late nights Wink

I Shall Be

Here I am
Awake with contentment yet dreaming away
Am I in dreamland
Where am I

Here I am
With my hands moving through my mind
Am I alive
Where am I

Here I am
Ruffling the furry surface
Am I Dead
Where am I

Here I am
Nearly Blinded I am
Am I dead yet
Where am I

Here I am
Still alive am I
Am I dreaming
Where am I

Here I shall be
Dreaming I shall be
Alive I shall be
Dead I shall be
Dead yet I shall be
Alive and dreaming I shall be
There I shall be
Be content I shall be

DeadPoet SG

I was referring to this poem. Very Happy

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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,

And both that morning equally lay
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.

DeadPoet SG

Originally posted by MoonIce:
In mermory of my late nights

[b]I Shall Be

Here I am
Awake with contentment yet dreaming away
Am I in dreamland
Where am I

Here I am
With my hands moving through my mind
Am I alive
Where am I

Here I am
Ruffling the furry surface
Am I Dead
Where am I

Here I am
Nearly Blinded I am
Am I dead yet
Where am I

Here I am
Still alive am I
Am I dreaming
Where am I

Here I shall be
Dreaming I shall be
Alive I shall be
Dead I shall be
Dead yet I shall be
Alive and dreaming I shall be
There I shall be
Be content I shall be
[/b]

Look at the time you posted this poem.

Now become early morning. Mr. Green

MoonIce SG

Originally posted by DeadPoet:

I was referring to this poem.

[b]THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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,

And both that morning equally lay
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.
[/b]

indeed so lucky haiz wat to do life is not so easy Rolling Eyes

MoonIce SG

noticed i got say i mermory of late night leh Rolling Eyes

lolx early morn den write mah the night b4 den thot of this one leh Wink

MoonIce SG

Christmas
Here I wish, a long list of gifts I want
Right here I sat, writing to Santa Claus
Icy snowflakes falling outside
Sitting by the fire, I feel the christmas spirit around
Tinkles of bells rings sweetly n joyfully to welcome
Mistletoes on the ceiling, where lovers kiss for happiness
A crowd of people gathering to exchange gifts
Smiles can be seen, laughter heard and joys for the day...

ah not my best words...

DeadPoet SG

Hello MoonIce, think you can post this poem here also?

click me Mr. Green

ironoxideman SG

hey thats robert frost!!

DeadPoet SG

Yup This poem reminds me of another poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1874 1963). Luckier than you, he only have to make two choices.

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