heres  a few poems that i like

by Emily Dickinson,

 Escape:. 

I  never hear the  word ''escape''

without a quicker blood, 

a sudden expectation,

 a  flying attitude.

 I never  hear of prisons broad, 

 by  soldiers battered down, 

but  I tug childish at  my bars, 

only to fail again!  

So bashful  when I spied her,

 So pretty , so ashamed!

 So hidden in  her  leaflets,

 Lest  anybody find ;

 So  breathless till I passed her,

So helpless when I turned,

And bore her struggling, blushing,