Poetry Portfolio

The Road Not Taken

by: Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Commentary: I thought that this poem was nice because it tells about how much thought it takes on choosing a road to go down. If you choose the wrong road it will only lead to troubles and regretting that decision. If you choose the right road to take it will lead you to where you need to go.

My Fathers' Songs

by: Son of Stanley

I stand before a jury of my peers
To sing, but not in praise of my attempt
To find significance through facing fears;
My hubris: self-importance, self-contempt.

I raise a glass and sing to memory,
To fame and infamy already won
From father’s father’s father down the line.
(Story-telling, family history
Bequeaths the burden-blessing to a son—
A high and humble call; human, divine.)

Divinity’s call marked the opening strain,
Not just to fill a gap—it tuned his heart!
Through ravages of war came the refrain,
He turned, true to his trust; a sacred start.

He passed the flaming torch as fathers will
To son, who sprinted on as if to say
“I know my purpose!” Then cut down in prime,
His legacy lived on through native skill
Of father’s father’s son who in his day
Disowned the sacred song, betrayed by time.

I come into the story at this point.
A father’s final stanza to the world
Should summarize and never disappoint.
Still, like a flag, true character’s unfurled.

So noted, purpose rises over time
Through war and want and sacred, tested trust;
Rehearsed by tuned reflection and by choice,
Like poetry… by harmonizing rhyme.
Because I want, and not because I must,
I sing my fathers’ songs in my own voice.

Commentary: I liked this poem because it told about how it is important to know your family heritage. You can tell the story to your children and when you pass they will tell the story to their kids. The story of our family can be a great and exciting one but it is up to the person you are telling it to.

A Golden Chain

by: Helen Steiner Rice

Friendship is a Golden Chain,
The links are friends so dear,
And like a rare and precious jewel
It's treasured more each year...

It's clasped together firmly
With a love that's deep and true,
And it's rich with happy memories
and fond recollections, too...

Time can't destroy its beauty
For, as long as memory lives,
Years can't erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives...

For friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But to have an understanding friend
Is worth far more than gold...

And the Golden Chain of Friendship
Is a strong and blessed tie
Binding kindred hearts together
As the years go passing by.

Commentary: I chose this poem because friendship is important to me. It is important to have friends because they will be there to help you through your troubles. Having true friends means that you can be yourself around them and it will be hard to lose them and find a new friend.

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