Favorite Poems?

SGM_Adonis

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.

:flowerforyou:

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.

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

HEEEEEEEYYYY! I had a serious post on here. I actually really do love poetry. I can be classy........not often, but sometimes!

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.

HEEEEEEEYYYY! I had a serious post on here. I actually really do love poetry. I can be classy........not often, but sometimes!

Prove it...post an actual excerpt of one.

Cameron_1969

ALL of THESE!. .

(my ancient Haiku thread. . i resurrect thee): It's about to roll! so close!

http://www.myfitnesspal.com/topics/show/537418-let-s-hear-your-haiku-skillz?page=20

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.

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

HEEEEEEEYYYY! I had a serious post on here. I actually really do love poetry. I can be classy........not often, but sometimes!

Prove it...post an actual excerpt of one.

No, you aren't the boss of me. Make me. You know when menz boss me it makes me feisty.

Cre8veLifeR

I love Pablo Neruda. Right now I am totally loving a poetry collection called "The World's Wife" by Carol Ann Duffy - the poems are hysterical - Mrs. Faust is my favorite. I

have TONS of favorites (I was working toward a master's degree in contemporary poetry - waste of money lol, don't ask!)

Here are a few of my VERY favorites off the top of my head:


Recension Day - by Duncan Forbes

Unburn the boat, rebuild the bridge,
Reconsecrate the sacrilege,
Unspill the milk, decry the tears,
Turn back the clock, relive the years
Replace the smoke inside the fire,
Unite fulfilment with desire,
Undo the done, gainsay the said,
Revitalise the buried dead,
Revoke the penalty and the clause,
Reconstitute unwritten laws,
Repair the heart, untie the tongue,
Change faithless old to hopeful young,
Inure the body to disease
And help me to forget you please.

And this one I found in a vintage poetry book dated 1931, and it still gets to me:

There are so many kinds of me
Indeed, I cannot say
Just which of many I shall be
Tomorrow, or today.

Whence are they - princess, witch or nun?
I know not; this I know:
The gravest, gentlest, simplest one
Was buried long ago.

Wrapped in the faded pride it wore,
It slumbers, as it fit,
And nothing tells the name it bore
Or marks the place of it.

But all the other kinds of me,
They know, and turn aside,
And check their laughter soberly
Above the one that died.

~ Karle Wilson Baker (1926)

I LOVE the eff-you poem #45 but can't post it here but the GENIUS Amy Gerstler: http://arsene.quora.com/****-You-Poem-45

ok..back to work...thanks for the poetry break!

Llorraine11

i love that one

Oliviamarie05

An excerpt from a long poem by Michelangelo that I love:

Who's this Who leads me to you against my will,
Alas, alas, alas,
Bound and confined, though I'm still free and loose?
If you can chain others without a chain,
And without hands or arms you've drawn me in,
Who will defend me from your beautiful face?

WoodChuckNorris

Sorry mods, for the adult language:


See, I ain't no player hater
But I will hate a player if you push me
See *kitten*, while you stand there
Using all your heart trying to look the part
With your cold steel eyes
*kitten* you don't realize you just *****.. for sale
Now see I would call you female
But, you too frail
While she's held queen
I mean your existence is fractionally vaginal
Like the slits of the *kitten* you use
To suit your feeble needs
You know, saturated soil and faulty fertilizer
Ensure your future seeds to be just like you *****
For sale
On corner auction blocks lost flocks of brethren
Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine
Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain
While the stain of your false reality
Remains an ever imprinted actuality
On your kids and in your kids
As they too have to suffer with you through the bids
Just.. kids
Trying not to let those lonely echoes bother
Knowing that father does not answer when they holler
Due to his undying infatuation with the dollar
Has been street scholar
Now sees his toddlers through glass
And as the years pass they grow fast
And begin to understand
Damn.. dad didn't have to go away from us cause he didn't love us
It's just that he wasn't no real ****ing man
I be like..
Oh Damn
That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah
High roller
Motorola soldier
Tech nine under his polo *kitten* *kitten*
Don't know his future from his past *kitten*
But that fast trigger got this die cast
Forty ounce swigger thinking his **** is bigger.. than mine
It's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you
Parking that 63 thousand dollar Lex you flex
Right outside your mother's hard earned 22,000 dollar duplex
You know, the one right next to the projects
Where pseudo elated coke gang created
Crime related manhood got you assed out *kitten*
Getting high till you pass out *kitten*
Quick way up, fast way out *kitten*
How you figure your **** is bigger.. than mine
These ****ed up times and hard core rhymes
Got you throwing up gang signs
And claiming coasts or shades of color
With shameless boasts of emotionless lovers
That gaze upon ice that clutter the pendant
Of that religion you do not follow
Your faith has evaporated and made your soul hollow
Childhood dreams turn pharmaceutical schemes
Got you ****ing with triple beams
Cap peeling, robbing, and stealing
For a piece of this American pie *kitten* *kitten*
Ready to die *kitten* *kitten*
Fly *kitten* *kitten*
Sit you in a cell you'd probably cry *kitten* *kitten*
How the **** you figure your **** is bigger.. than mine
I see you, diamond blinking
Cuban linking and full length minking
All strung out on disillusional thinking
And as the government subsidizes
These laboratory high rises
With new chemical surprises
You continue to hide your true self
Behind Gangsta movie disguises
Oblivious to what life's true prize is
Equating your stupidity with the length
You think your **** size is
The truth in your eyes is
Falsified, fabricated while you sit and wait
For your fate to be debated
By judges and juries who've held
Over four hundred and fifty years worth of grudges
*kitten* get back, sit back and rediscover
How to be an honest father
Loyal lover
Righteous brother
And not just another
Mother****ing *kitten*.

Black Ice, Def Poet

seltzermint555

I love Martin Espada's poetry

SGM_Adonis

Recension Day - by Duncan Forbes

Unburn the boat, rebuild the bridge,
Reconsecrate the sacrilege,
Unspill the milk, decry the tears,
Turn back the clock, relive the years
Replace the smoke inside the fire,
Unite fulfilment with desire,
Undo the done, gainsay the said,
Revitalise the buried dead,
Revoke the penalty and the clause,
Reconstitute unwritten laws,
Repair the heart, untie the tongue,
Change faithless old to hopeful young,
Inure the body to disease
And help me to forget you please.

....and help me forget you please.


:flowerforyou:

RaeLB

“when you meet that person. a person. one of your soulmates. let the connection. relationship be what it is. it may be five mins. five hours. five days. five months. five years. a lifetime. let it manifest itself, the way it is meant to. it has an organic destiny. this way if it stays or if it leaves, you will be softer from having been loved this authentically. souls come into, return, open, and sweep through your life for a myriad of reasons, let them be who and what they are meant.” — nayyirah waheed

Candi_land

A few of my favorite poets are Frank O'Hara, Charles Bokowski (currently rereading Love is a dog from hell), Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, and Sylvia Plath. I have way too many fav poems to list but one that I am currently relating to is "My Heart" by Frank O'Hara.

I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.

RaeLB

Really anything in "salt." by Nayyirah Waheed

BigBrunette

I love Rainer Maria Rilke, especially "You who never arrived."

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods --
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house -- and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon --
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...

Culrflur

"Charlie Parker" & "Abraham" by Jack Kerouac, especially listening to him recite it over the recordings with Steve Allen.

MagJam2004

The Happy Virus by Hafiz

“I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious -
So kiss me.”

rubisliprz

There Once Was a Puffin
09/18/2013 · by Rara Saur · in athenaeum. ·


There Once Was a Puffin
By Florence Page Jaques

Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!

He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.

But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’,
For he hadn’t anybody
To play with at all.

So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.

Then along came the fishes,
And they said, “If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!”

So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.

heatherloveslifting

My favorite:

“He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees.

Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow
by fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow

Your breath has time to straighten
Your brain to bubble cool,-
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.”

-Emily ****inson

LOL! I can't believe MFP sensored her name. That is so dumb.

capnrus789

My favorite:

“He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees.

Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow
by fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow

Your breath has time to straighten
Your brain to bubble cool,-
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.”

-Emily ****inson

LOL! I can't believe MFP sensored her name. That is so dumb.

testing...

Emily Cockinson

ETA.... It accepts that. Awesome.