Comment -590 of , added on October 25th, 2005 at 11:37 PM.
hes so childish. he cant think of a good insult so he just swears until he
feels good about himself. w/e i dont really care. just not here man, go
swear at someone else, preferably in real life. Preferably a 6 ft 8 in, 300
pound football player. Then we'll see what ur made of... literally.. lol
Will from United States
Comment -591 of , added on October 25th, 2005 at 11:21 AM.
i really like the poem i expains how hard it is to make one choese in life
and i just really like the poem
from United States
Comment -592 of , added on October 24th, 2005 at 7:17 PM.
"The Truth," I would not understand a mere American to understand this
poem, so please, be quiet while I give my poem based on my own
The pie I sweetly smell it
As the leaves blow by
They take away the scent
and it is gone forever
Based, obviously, on van Gogh's unappraised masterpiece "The Potato
....very interesting, very intersting. my reply: ahem, fuck you you
cocksucking anal raping gay ass motherfucker.
Robert Frost was born in the states. He also died in the states. Too bad
for you Brits. Fuck your island and its warm beer you British piece of
shit. I piss on your face.
Oh yeah and your poetry really sucks. I could pull better stanzas out of a
cow's ass you wannabe motherfucker. Eat shit and die.
P.S. I fucked your mother last night.
The Truth from United States
Comment -593 of , added on October 23rd, 2005 at 7:47 PM.
At the moment Im required to do a seminar on Robert frost, this looked like
an excellent site to view others opinions so click on it I do, but do I
find others opinions or an argument going on that has nothing to do with
Robert frost??? This is crazy maybe you could exchange email addresses and
argue there?? I don't ment to be offensive but this is definitly not what I
expected to find!
renee from New Zealand
Comment -594 of , added on October 20th, 2005 at 6:47 PM.
Hi, guys. I saw what you said Grace; don't let those past comments
intimidate you. Everyone on this site is just really opinionative. I've
thought about all of this for a while and I've decided to just post
something once in a while. You guys are really great, I guess I was a
little caught up in the moment when I wrote that last comment. I'm still
standing by what I said, though. From now on, if something like this ever
happens again, I'll just reframe from taking sides since I can get pretty
intensive. Here's a poem that I wrote. I based it a little off of our
fights. Please do comment on it, whatever you say helps:
"Walking Down the Poetry Page"
I bought a ripe, red apple there,
To eat along the way.
I took a breath as I bit
And crunched it sweetly,
Turning it over and over my tongue
Until it lost its flavor.
I swallowed it and sank my teeth
And repeated the process with different bites--
I knew I should have kept it whole,
Or at least have grown my own.
But I couldnít resist
Eating another personís apple.
TjB from United States
Comment -595 of , added on October 20th, 2005 at 5:22 PM.
This is my first time on this site, or any like it, but after reading
several of the most recent comments, I'm not sure if I can keep up with all
the drama. But for John's sake, I would like to say that I do love this
poem, partly because I would like to think of myself as someone who is
taking the road less traveled by(=, which gives this poem a lot of meaning
for me. I'm glad that there are people from so many different countries
commenting on this poem and sharing their views. I hope you won't view me
as a "mere American," but just as a person who happens to love reading and
writing poetry. I agree with Joodie- we shouldn't take this poem and
analyze it to the point that it brings us no joy and shows us nothing about
ourselves. To me, analyzing poetry and saying "This is what the writer was
saying" means that one poem should tell everyone the same thing. But isn't
that the completely backwards? Like Elga said, poetry means something
different to everyone. I write poetry because I'm passionate person and
poetry is one way I express myself. Passion is not something to be
explained or analyzed. It's just how we feel. Thank you all for listening,
and I really do hope that this site won't turn into a chat room, because I
really do love the whole idea.
Grace from United States
Comment -596 of , added on October 19th, 2005 at 9:27 AM.
Ingrid, I'm not sure how long you have been on this site, but I welcome
you. You seem to be a very nice person.
I would like it if everyone would agree to not fight over little things on
this posting area, such as what the color yellow represents. (I chose this
topic because no one was being exactly hateful when they argued about it.)
That is obviously an opinion and everyone may have different views on it. I
now promise that I, Joodie, will not argue over petty matters. I hope you
all will do the same.
And now of course, to talk about this poem. I have discovered that even I
have gone slightly off track with this. I must write now how I feel about
this poem in poetic form, my interpretation, if you will.
A the smoke billows up the chimney
Fades away into breeze
Watching makes a feeling
Of being lost
As the smoke fades away
Into the breeze
Thinking about life
Seems so futile
Reaching for it
Grasping a handful
Opening the hand
All is gone
Thank you all for listening. Ingrid, I liked your poem a lot, too. Keep
Joodie from Bulgaria
Comment -597 of , added on October 18th, 2005 at 10:52 PM.
We should just forget about it. It's funny, we wonder why countries go to
war! Just dont talk about anything anymore and comment or write poetry
because at this point nobody is wrong or right, eesh...
Toss your troubles
Down cellar doors
To where Miss Fohrget
Cleans the floors.
Then take your handbag
Full of smiles
And trot off merrily
For miles and miles.
spread the love people- V (peace)
Ingrid from Canada
Comment -598 of , added on October 18th, 2005 at 9:27 PM.
first off all I am not sorry. I was serious. To tell you the truth I do not
like Moe. That does not mean I don't like TjB I agree with him most of the
time. Ingrid if you had read a little farther then you might have noticed
after my first comment, which was just commenting on Moe's interpretaition
was not rude at all. Then in Moe's next comment he wrote "hey elga I wrote
a poem, what are you going to do about it (spit). Which I find so rude.
When I said not to write poetry I ment don't write poetry if you can't
stand someone critizizing it. Ingrid you are desperately trying to make it
my fault. Is Moe your husband or something. Of course maybe you all are to
young to understand things. You all are children so the world is a mystery.
I will not say names but some of you are vile. Tjb I must compliment you on
your postings for they are very thoughtful. I know you think before you
write. Moe do you think before you write? Judging on your comments I have
to say no. I am sorry you don't like me but that does not mean you can be a
little twit. When you grow up life is going to be hard if you can't take
critism. I hope you do not end up ob the streets with no family, no house,
no money, and 72 cats. I advise you to always THINK before you post. I do
not mean to offend you but you must be a little nicer.
Everyone I want you to keep posting!!!!!=)
Elga Shinkle from Australia
Comment -599 of , added on October 18th, 2005 at 8:42 PM.
Ingrid, I know for a fact that the rude comment posted was very rude. But
she was trying to be nice. Americans never do what she was doing. It is an
extreme version of sarcasm called unasarcasm that is meant to be funny.
That's why we all joined with her. We didn't know that we would offend
someone. We are all very sorry. Josna, Elga Shinkle, Joodie, and especially
myself, feel that we should've known that Americans do not participate in
this sort of sarcasm. We did not mean for Moe to leave the site. Here is an
example of unasarcasm: A couple watches a really wonderful movie. After it,
the man says, "Well, that was the dumbest movie on earth." And the woman
could respond back, "Well, not as bad as your toupee." It is totally a
humor issue, which involves randomness and rudeness. I need to let out my
feelings, so here is my interpretation of the fighting between us:
Like sand in an hourglass
So are the fights between us
As the sun wanes
The apple lane
Covered in it
Dusk is approaching
The door is closing
The story is ending
It is bending!
We offer our deepest apologies to you all. We have met on another
website and decided to plead for your forgiveness. Please comment some
P.S. If you're rqading this and haven't commented on this poem, you
must! I love this poem, we all do!
John Mark III from United Kingdom