This page contains some of the poetry written by some of my favorite poets. Please take a minute to sample their work. Most of these poets write in one of the recognized rhyming styles.
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 underground.
A smile is quite a funny thing,
It wrinkles up your face,
And when it's gone, you never find
Its secret hiding place.
When Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him;
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
If in some far-off future day,
A stranger's feet should pass this way,
And if his gaze should seek the ground,
Wondering what lies beneath the mound;