Post some poetry, either by yourself or other poets!
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Robots
by Keith Allen Daniels
Their only wish, if truth be known
(but who, pray tell, should care?)
is simply this: to stand alone,
for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate
for people who have known them,
and few are those who'd dare debate
that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce,
to places far and splendid.
They go their way without remorse --
or thus have they pretended.
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There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.