Day 278. National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month! This makes me so excited because recently I was talking to my mom and she said I should write some poems. And recently (that same day actually) my mom read some poems to my sister’s class and it just got me in the mood for poems. So this month I’m likely going to share some poems I like and possibly even some that I’ve written.

Poems are such a great medium of expressing oneself. Anyone can write a poem because a poem can basically be any pattern, form, shape. It can rhyme. It can not rhyme. It can be short. It can be long. It can have many stanzas. It can have one stanza. And on and on.

And so, to start off this awesome month, I’d like to share two poems by Robert Frost. Disclaimer: I do not own these poems, I have not written them, and I do not intend to use them for personal gain.


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


Those are two great poems. Go reread them. They’re worth it. Robert Frost is a brilliant writer and I need to read more of his poems. Perhaps this month will be the perfect opportunity! I’m sure on down the line this month I’ll be sharing more of his poems!

Now let’s all go out there and write a poem about nature, see what we come up with!

2 thoughts on “Day 278. National Poetry Month

  1. Thank you for the poems you sent,
    I can not tell you what they meant,
    for poetry weaves its way down deep,
    causing one to rage, sing, weep.

    And both these writings did the same,
    penned by Robert Frost by name,
    Oh April, happy month of spring,
    bring poems to all on swallow wing.

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