in english, we have this poetry thing due tomorrow, anyone want to suggest some poems?

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okay, so i am a huge procrastinator, yes:) but seriously.
if you know any good poems, tell me!
thank you soo much if you answer, i will give you points,
(if i like your answer)
 
I get 2 points , anyway

My love dove flew above
I called her fay and she said nay
Winky dinky was pinky
 
I write poems? Here is one by MackJ1 or something, from myyearbook. THIS IS NOT MY POEM!

can you see inside of me,
the reality,
the destruction and demise,
behind these eye's,

i am un released pressure,
ready to blow,
i am unseen power,
ready to show,

for i am dead,
not all the way through,
just another soul,
awaiting you,

why must i live,
why must you die,
you say you love me,
your love is a lie,

i am the one,
the one to see,
the truth behind you,
and the lie behind me,

everyone say's,
im evil an mean,
yet everyone knows,
evil is clean,

the power with in,
is bursting out,
the pain begin's,
i scream an shout,

the death is flaw,
you cant denie,
the pain with in,
i stop and die....
 
What of this poem I wrote a few months ago:

"Robert Scarlett's Song"

[Robert Scarlett was an Elizabethan gravedigger. He lived to be nearly 100 years old and remained active in his grim work until late in life.]

I've known the toil of three score years
And built the arks of damned and dears,
And here I build unto this day;
O' how much longer can I stay?
I've known the lot of them from birth,
Have seen their tears, have heard their mirth,
Have heard a maiden wail with child
And each was born to be exiled —
Both king and knave; to common end
Do all the sons of Adam tend
Where mire and mitre come to blend —
We're wanderin’, we're wanderin'.

Four horsemen ride both day and night
And every living soul indict.
From John o' Groats unto Lands End
They take what man cannot defend,
And own all here and yet to come --
They fill the whole and are the sum.
And by their work I'm sore annoyed
Though all hours of the day employed.
I pant and grunt in mortal pain,
I feel my vital forces wane
But still I hear them o'er the plain
Come thunderin', come thunderin'.

I, shoulder-deep in dirt and death,
Strain gutter-gasped wit' failin' breath;
Alas, the farrier works by moon'
To make as one my curse and boon.
So on I delve, toss up a bone
And ken one day 'twill be my own —
What Mother fathers, Father tends,
Who counts at last the gold he spends.
And so I toil 'sif in a spell
Though I have heard the evening bell,
Each shovel one foot nearer hell —
I'm ponderin', I'm ponderin'.

And so tonight, when earth is cold,
I know the chill, and I am old.
I know that soon my labor's done,
My tine is past, my glass is run.
The thought that makes me heave in fright
-- That makes the chill run deep tonight --
Is that this final resting place
I make could mark my dire disgrace.
Aye, sixteen hooves forever pound
And o'er my roof their chord resound;
How could I know a sleep profound?
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin'.
 
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