THE   JOURNEY.
 BY   LUIS  ORTEGA.
 
A   brand   new  bright,oh beautiful  sky
where  dreams can stay, not  passing  by
comfort  a cloud,concret a star plenty  times
continue  building  a  strong  legacy  for  life.

But, this  new  chapter, flows  like  water
a  journey  of  love, that  runs  with  flatter
three  greatest  gift  have  given  by  peace

this  journey  of  love, that  we  believe. 

Luis   Blogg's   Opinion.
This   poem   is  for   those   who   still   believe  in  real  love,  and   no matter  how  many  times  you  have  tried    to  share   special  moments   with   someone,  and  you  have  been  disapponted  as   well,  life  gives  you  more   opportunities, and   wherever   you  never   expect   to  find  the  one  who  is  for  you, the  right   one,  is  there,  believe  in  destiny  and   trust   in  future   motivated   for   the   everyday.

Metaphor ~ by Eve Merriam

Morning is
A new sheet of paper
For you to write on.
Whatever you want to say,  
All day,
Until night
Folds it up
And files it away.

The bright words and the dark words
Are gone
Until dawn
And a new day
To write on.

Luis  Blogg´s  View  Point

This  poem  is  a  very  positive  way  to  see  life, refers  to  everyday  is  a  brand  new  start, also  mentions  that  people  should  have  in  mind  that  everyday  is  a  challenge  with  new  goals, and  transmits  motivation   about   hard  times,  including  values  like  faith, positivism  by  advancing  without   any  disappoinments  during  life  time. 

Nothing Gold Can Stay Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Luis  Blogg's  View  Point.

According  to  the  poem,it  refers  to  the  first  thing  we  have  done  since  we  are  children, remembering  our  physical  features  such  as  face,skin,hair,language, all those  are  fresh   things  at   the  begining  of  life, but  after  years  it  changes  like  the  four  seasons  of  the  year.Transmit  also  that  life   is  not  the  same  always, instead, life  is  counteneausly  modified  in  every  branch, without  stopping  that  circle,

Fire  and  Ice

By  Robert  Frost

 

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. 

 Luis  Blogg's  Opinion.

According to  the  poem  already  read, we  could  name  a few  things  that  are  rarely  found  on  this  poem  such  as, the  poem  is  quiet  in  favor  of   people  who  just  let  the  time  goes  by,   also   seems  to  have  a  relax  way  to see  life  as  an  easy  thing, not  pushing  readers  to  risk   for  something  hard  to  get. Comparing  this  poem   with  real  life, I  deeply  believe  that   life  has  lots  of  chances  to  reach   complicated  things, but  once  we  get  them, the  value  they  have  is  more  significant  than  things  that   cost  less, to  name  a  few, working  and  studing  is   hard, but  as  soon  as  you   finish  you  carrer  as  more   its   taste  like. 

Long Distance

By  Carole  Gregory

 That phone call, the one that you wait for
but never expect to come
was phoned today. And
that voice, the one that you ache for
but seldom expect to hear
spoke today. And that
loneliness, the loneliness you hurt from
but always help inside,
flies out like thin stones across water.

Luis  Blogg's   Opinion.

According  to  poem,  the  theme   seems  to  have  a  conntation  of  pessimism  to  me, because  the   author's   mood   relates  on   her  lines  many  things   that  includes  figures  that   are  seen  as   a   deep  sarrow  and   disappoiment,  but  lonelines   as  well,  this  poem  also  mentions   actions  related   to   sadness  without  any  reason  for,  and   doesn´t   give   any  chance  to  delete  those  wrong  things  of  our  lifes    and  walk  away  from  them   with  positivism.

First  Ice.

 By :Andrei Voznesensky

A girl is freezing in a telephone booth,
huddled in her flimsy coat,
her face stained by tears
and smeared with lipstick.
She breathes on her thin little fingers.
Fingers like ice. Glass beads in her ears.

She has to beat her way back alone
down the icy street.

First frost. A beginning of losses,
the first frost of telephone phrases.

It is the start of winter glittering on her cheek,
the first frost of having been hurt.

 

 

 

    This   poem  means  to  me  a  lot,  because  refers  to   people   who   have   plenty  things  in  mind  to  do, but  suddenly  all  this  can't   come  true  for    some  reasons  like  illness, disappoinmet,  death ,  family, love  relationships   and  more...However, there  is  always  new   changes  to  improve   our  way,  and    get  a  better   road   to  take , instead  of   suffer  all  the  time,  in  spite   of  problems, there   is  a spot   light   at   the  end  of  the   hallway, in  order  to  jump  out  those  things   that   can  break  us  down.

The Eagle

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls. 

 

 

•  My  personal  point  of  view  about  this  poem  is, that  life  offers  you  lots  of  opportunities  to  enhance  everyday .Many   times  of  our  life  we  are  on  top  of  everything  and  we  look  down  the  people  who  are   underneath, but  with  bad  eyes,  that  make  us  believe  that  we  are  more  than   those   people  who  are  the  same  like  us.

 

 

 

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The choice by Dorothy Parker

He'd have given me rolling lands,
Houses of marble, and billowing farms,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,
Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.

You- you'd only a lilting song,
Only a melody, happy and high,
You were sudden and swift and strong-
Never a thought for another had I.

He'd have given me laces rare,
Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,
Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,
Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen.
You- you'd only to whistle low,
Gayly I followed wherever you led.
I took you, and I let him go-
Somebody ought to examine my head! 

Luis Blogger's  Opinion
This  poem  is  related  with  a  real  life  features
where  desitions  are  difficul  to  make  sometimes
in  our  life; 
What  do  you  think  is  the  theme  of  the  poem  about?