Favorite Poems?

SGM_Adonis

Because my FL is full of a bunch of raunchy, creepy creepers....please share. I'm limited when it comes to this. I've recently come across Pablo Neruda and am fascinated by his simplicity and the depth of how he writes.

Please share.

Cameron_1969

There once was a man from Nantucket. . .

oh. .never mind. .

mudknuckles

Prufrock is my mantra

Oliviamarie05

Personally I love Michelangelos work. Many people knew him for his amazing art work but many do not know that he wrote as well. I purchased a translated copy in the Vatican when I visited Italy and was instantly blown away.

Cameron_1969

Actually. . I have two that stand out:

The Raven by poe
The one by Yeats. . . "Things fall apart. . the centre cannot hold. . mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. . the blood-dimmed tide is loosed and. . uhh. . shoot. . that's all I can remember. . . but I like it. .

oh yeah: "What rough beast, it's time come round at last.. slouches toward Bethlemen to be born". .

cool stuff. .

SGM_Adonis

I posted this on another thread...

An Ode To Broken Things by Neruda
Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
It's not my hands
or yours
It wasn't the girls
with their hard fingernails
or the motion of the planet.
It wasn't anything or anybody
It wasn't the wind
It wasn't the orange-colored noontime
Or night over the earth
It wasn't even the nose or the elbow
Or the hips getting bigger
or the ankle
or the air.
The plate broke, the lamp fell
All the flower pots tumbled over
one by one. That pot
which overflowed with scarlet
in the middle of October,
it got tired from all the violets
and another empty one
rolled round and round and round
all through winter
until it was only the powder
of a flowerpot,
a broken memory, shining dust.

And that clock
whose sound
was
the voice of our lives,
the secret
thread of our weeks,
which released
one by one, so many hours
for honey and silence
for so many births and jobs,
that clock also
fell
and its delicate blue guts
vibrated
among the broken glass
its wide heart
unsprung.

Life goes on grinding up
glass, wearing out clothes
making fragments
breaking down
forms
and what lasts through time
is like an island on a ship in the sea,
perishable
surrounded by dangerous fragility
by merciless waters and threats.

Let's put all our treasures together
-- the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold --
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.

BeachGingerOnTheRocks

Fire and Ice


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.\


Robert Frost

mank32

don't have open internet (nor my beat up paperback) or i'd look it up: Robert Frost's poem about walking away into the woods and never coming back

that begins something like:
i wish that these woods
with trees so old and black they scarcely show the breeze
were not the merest mask of gloom
but stretched away unto doom
...
and ends something like:
should they wish to overtake me here, those who hold me dear
they would not find me changed from him they knew
but more certain of all i know is true

eta for simplicity and depth try nikky finney 'head off and split'

SweetTrouble_

I'm not a raunchy, creepy creeper. :laugh:

SGM_Adonis

Fire and Ice


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.\


Robert Frost

Thank you : )
:flowerforyou:

EddieHaskell97

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

KrazyDaizy

I love poems.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You are so hot
__________________



1. Look at that view
2. I'm gonna (fill in the blank)
3. I'm gonna call you my boo


^^^^^^This should be a new thread.

Derp_Diggler

Roses are red
violets are blue
so are my b@*\s
you know what to do

KrazyDaizy

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

In all seriousness, I do love poetry.

I love this one.

SGM_Adonis

I love poems.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You are so hot
__________________



1. Look at that view
2. I'm gonna (fill in the blank)
3. I'm gonna call you my boo


^^^^^^This should be a new thread.

See...I have proof of said raunchiness....in KrazyDaizy and Derp.

sassypants0923

Mia Angelou
Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

SmexAppeal

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Shut the f*&$ up

Yeah, I have those Valentines day blues :ohwell:

BeachGingerOnTheRocks

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a wood and I,
I took the one less traveled by.
And that has made all the difference.

One of my faves.

Cameron_1969

Kipling has some great works:

"If" is an amazing poem for men

. .and for the women we have:

The Female of the Species

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

(that's just the first verse!). .

NatiaGonitellie

Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

sassypants0923

Because my FL is full of a bunch of raunchy, creepy creepers....please share. I'm limited when it comes to this. I've recently come across Pablo Neruda and am fascinated by his simplicity and the depth of how he writes.

Please share.

Hm.. guess I'm out.