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"Welcome to Poetry. I am Tocho Night, please call me Tocho, in this class you will share poems that you like or that you wrote."

"No you don't have to rhyme. But sometimes rhyming is easier," Tocho said to answer the question.

I listen closely to Aaix's poetry, and give a faint blush, smiling, "That's...beautiful." I said aloud.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

those are beautiful
I know one

Rose are red
Violets are blue
And forgot the rest

traveler

by winry

i am the forgotten traveler no one knows where i wander, in the night i walk cold streets. in the day i pretend to be something im not, i wander towns of peaceful bliss, i have no home, just a forgotten past, people never stare because they never see, if they were to see the traveler they would not believe a poem i wrote

Anastasia walked up to the poetry room and got ready to knock but heard kids in there "i'll try later" Anastasia walked away

Anatasia bangs her head on the wall down the hall from the poetry room "Ow!"