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Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is to love yourself,
To find the wholeness that you seek.
Before I knew the light,
I have had my fair share of darkness, too,
Where my world fell into a hopelessness
And I didn't know how to get through.
For I have known the tears it takes,
The courage to stand up again,
When you are broken down and bruised
And you know nothing but the pain.
You forget to appreciate love,
If you haven't seen the hate,
Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter,
And your heart is left abate.
I have known the strength and courage
It requires to get it right,
To face the things that hold you down
And hold your head up and fight.
Before I was who I am now,
I was someone I didn't want to be.
I was lost, battered, and defeated,
Before I knew how to be me!
I like this poem because there are things that you'll experience before you become who you are. And along the way, you'll learn from it. The tone is sort of thankful because they experienced things that helped them become who they are. And darkness and love help develop the tone.

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"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."
I like this poem because the writer lets the reader think about the choices in life we face. The poem describes the tough choices people make when traveling the road life. To further describe, the road "less traveled" symbolizes the path of nonconformity and many chances could've been lost that may not be gained again. The tone of the poem is gloomy and the words "sigh" and "sorry" contribute to the tone.

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost | Poetry Foundation

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Graduating class of 2020

Respectfully, this world has lost two covid. Nobody believes that making it through this together is possible this won't pass. It's meaningless to think if we just keep our distance we'll be fine. Keep letting our environment die there's no more time to make things better. We could do better for the world until we remember. money and clout is the most important thing in life. Family is all we have, it's hard to hear when we fight all the time these days. Will be fine is a lie. No one will take our call. This was a major ¨L¨. Nobody will say ¨you saved my life, so thank you for sacrificing your graduation. Unless we reverse things, you saved my life, so thank you for sacrificing your graduation. Nobody will say, this was a permanent ¨L¨. It's Time to make things better. There's no more. Keep letting our environment die. Money and clout is the most important thing in life until we remember we can do better for the world. When we fight all the time these days is hard too. If we just keep our distance We'll be fine, is meaningless to think. this won't pass. Nobody believes that this world has lost two covid. Making it through this together is possible. Respectful, graduating class of 2020

empowerment: ¨Making it through this together is possible¨

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Nf- Remember this. (Not sure if its a poem but its faxs)

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Nf- Remember this. (Not sure if its a poem but its faxs)

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They say you got into music
You signed up to be hated

That's kinda weird 'cause I don't remember signing my name up
Coming from people that give advice but never take none
I like my privacy, but, lately, I feel it's invaded

I heard that life's too short, don't let it pass you by
We waste a lot of time crying over wasted time
It's not about what people think, it's how you feel inside
My biggest failures in life are knowing I never tried.

I look at the world from a different angle
People change, even Satan used to be an angel
Think twice before you're bitin' on the hand that made you
Don't believe what you believe just 'cause that's how they raised you

Think your own thoughts, don't let them do it for you
Say you want a drink, don't wait for people to pour it on you
Cut out the lies, stay close to people you know are loyal
Grab your own glass and fill it, don't let your fear destroy you.

Tone: I'm not entirely sure but it definitely sounded like he was regretful.

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does not have a title but its by Atticus 

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does not have a title but its by Atticus 

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She was a lost bird in an endless sky.
But when she spread her wings,
she remembered how to fly.

tone- Joy "she remembered how to fly. "
personally even though the poem was short it means a lot. To me this poem means that a person was lost but when they thought that all hope was gone they realized its life. and when they opened up to someone to talk about it they realized they're not the only one which help them fly and see the world as how it is.

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Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer- do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two

This poem has a strong tone of an affectionate feel. The lines "But you'll look sweet upon the seat, of a bicycle made for two" show that even though this person doesn't have much to offer they still know that they will be happy because they have them. Which really helps to represent the affection and love that's from this poem.

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Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so—
This side the Victory!

Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!

And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in—
And might extinguish me!

Tone- realistic

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By: Robert Frost
I like this poem because it makes me think about how in life you should do what you like and not follow the path others have made for you. It also makes me think about taking risks and how you should take the "road" of nonconformity. The tone of the poem is nostalgic as the narrator reflects upon the moment in which he stood deciding which "road" to take.

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost | Poetry Foundation

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When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see.
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today.
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand...
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand.
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above.
That I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.
Tone: Depressing
Evidence: "When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see."

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Edgar Allan Poe

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"Here it comes again to reclaim your soul once again,
Fighting to seize your thoughts and make you slave to your bitterness, again.
Here it is assaulting your joy, with a knife to the throat of your happiness.
Here it is confirming your doubts, reminding you how many times "I love you" has been used as bullets fired by the voices of smooth criminals who disguised themselves as lovers.
Here it comes, here comes regret working its spell."
Written by Pierre Alex Jeanty from his poetry book "Apologies that never came"
Tone: Regret

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Good night
To me, these two words feel like the vast sky
Darkness, but not hollow
Black but not bitter
Far but close enough to wonder
Is it reachable?
Can feelings get so real, that they become tangible?
A spacious bed for me and my thoughts to sleep in
Head above my pillow and a question above my head
Insomnia feel like drought because all I do is look up, thinking
Will it ever, ever come?

I like this poem because it's relatable. Everyone was late night thoughts that make you question your past, present, and future. The tone of this poem is apprehensive, "Will it ever, ever come?"

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I like this poem because I like to go fishing myself, and I never really though about a fish the way this author writes about it. I would say the tone is sad because there is a line, "He didn't fight. He hadn't fought at all"

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and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
-the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly-
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
-It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
-if you could call it a lip-
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels-until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.

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When I look in your eyes
Those soft light blue diamonds
Shatter me every time
My thoughts break from speech
I see the person that you are
Your deepest secrets
The strongest desires
And the fears you fear most
I see the love that sparkles
Like stars in the perfect night sky

i like it because its. cheesy? and just basically something you'd wanna say to someone who you love and yeahhhhhh ALKJAFJS idk i cant really put it into words but its a really beautiful poem

the tone is love
a phrase that would contribute to the tone is "i see the love that sparkles like stars in the perfect night sky"

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Annoyance and anger
These emotions are uniting
I shall not linger
I just want to be fighting

Staying on the side
I avoid to heal
For I dont enjoy that life ride
It's not my appeal

Loving the war and crossing swords
I will not be your saviour
Cause she said the cursed words...
"I'm already tracer"

Tone: Highly annoyed
Angelo found this^^^

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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.
I like this poem because it really speak to the importance of escaping normality. ANd I believe the tone is optimistic as can be seen in the last few lines

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i tell myself i'm over it
tell the world i'm done and
that i've moved on.
but the truth is that i think about it
at 3:30 in the morning when i wake
from a bad dream
or a good one.
But i also think about it
when i'm driving to class at 2 in the afternoon
on a sunny day
but also when i'm walking outside
in the rain on my lunch break.
The truth is that i think about it
when i'm sad, but also when i'm happy,
or when there's nothing to think about
or entirely too much to think about.
The truth is that i may never be over it.

i like this poem because it explains how i feel, myself, about the topic of relapse
i believe the tone is depressed and you can see that from the first couple lines