Poetry and Quotes?

[loka]

"You never regret your actions as much as you regret missed opportunities"
dunno who.. was just said to me.

"I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade."
- Army Soldier's Creed


“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” – George Eliot

Talk is cheap.

Actions speak louder than words


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

- Langston Hughes

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --

- Edgar Allan Poe

[DJ_MikeyRevile]

hmm well here is one i wrote, tell me what you think.

The Seasons
By: Micheal Leo Poucki

The morning sun burns up the sky,
Its spring again and time for new life,
Warming the air for time to grow, who knows this kid might have something to show.

The rain from the spring will soon have no effect, for the sun will have burned with no respect,
In the summer you'll learn that one day you will age,
But the kid who begun, begins his page.

in the fall weak will die and soon you and i,
But why worry for now when life's on his side,
Fall sends message of death and renewal again, this kid is beginning but one day he'll end.

When winter comes the sun will run,
Leaving cold in the air with no sensations,
But at least the kid knows what he's finnaly done,
The first page is written and a new years begun.