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[evelovestar]

[evelovestar]

La Bailarina Española de Martí y otros poemas

Recité mi poema favorito, La Bailarina Española de José Martí, el poeta sin igual cubano. Este poema se plantó en mí en la infancia luego de

Alma Poeta Podcast: La Bailarina Española de Marti y otros poemas.

[strictsumb]

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[backroadsandcitystreets]

Volume III of the Pittsburgh Poetry Houses. Complete. And mailed to contributors. So psyched to have been part of this project.

[backroadsandcitystreets]

One of my poems has been published by the super awesome Poetry Houses project in Pittsburgh. You can pick one up at Randyland. @pghpoetryhouses @randyland.pgh

[kurt-the-porcupine]

Satirical Poetry is cool

Satires are like my life. I mean its offensive usually, but in a good way, ya feel? Like i mean i love writing it, especially about seasons and stuff and stereotypes of the season or people who are obsessed with that season. Its fall so I have written a bunch of stuff... i hope its not shit, most of it is about starbucks and white girls or else like AP Bio cause thats like my life, holy crapppppp.... Bleh idk

[flannel4life]

The road not taken

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; 5 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, 10 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. 15 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.