Favorite Poems?

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  • SGM_Adonis
    SGM_Adonis Posts: 1,565 Member



    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.

    <3
    :flowerforyou:
  • RaeLB
    RaeLB Posts: 1,216 Member
    “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
    Candi_land Posts: 1,311 Member
    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
    RaeLB Posts: 1,216 Member
    Really anything in "salt." by Nayyirah Waheed
  • BigBrunette
    BigBrunette Posts: 1,543 Member
    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...
  • "Charlie Parker" & "Abraham" by Jack Kerouac, especially listening to him recite it over the recordings with Steve Allen.
  • MagJam2004
    MagJam2004 Posts: 651 Member
    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
    rubisliprz Posts: 139 Member
    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
    heatherloveslifting Posts: 1,428 Member
    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
    capnrus789 Posts: 2,736 Member
    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.
  • Mother_Superior
    Mother_Superior Posts: 1,624 Member
    Anything by Carolyn Forche, John Berryman, Countee Cullen, Langston Hughes, or Billy Collins.
  • mank32
    mank32 Posts: 1,323 Member
    Emily Cockinson

    ETA.... It accepts that. Awesome.

    :laugh:
  • KrazyDaizy
    KrazyDaizy Posts: 815 Member
    Because I feel bad now for being a rebel and "down with da man". This one actually is my fav.

    LIFE, believe, is not a dream
    So dark as sages say;
    Oft a little morning rain
    Foretells a pleasant day.
    Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
    But these are transient all;
    If the shower will make the roses bloom,
    O why lament its fall ?

    Rapidly, merrily,
    Life's sunny hours flit by,
    Gratefully, cheerily,
    Enjoy them as they fly !

    What though Death at times steps in
    And calls our Best away ?
    What though sorrow seems to win,
    O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
    Yet hope again elastic springs,
    Unconquered, though she fell;
    Still buoyant are her golden wings,
    Still strong to bear us well.
    Manfully, fearlessly,
    The day of trial bear,
    For gloriously, victoriously,
    Can courage quell despair !

    -Charlotte Bronte
  • EmilyJackCO
    EmilyJackCO Posts: 621 Member
    Unfortunately, mine all circle around death -

    Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant - http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/thanatopsis.html

    and

    Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily ****inson - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15395
  • capnrus789
    capnrus789 Posts: 2,736 Member
    Sabotage - Beastie Boys

    Poetic and elegant
  • michael1976_ca
    michael1976_ca Posts: 3,488 Member
    this is my favorit

    Rainbow Bridge

    Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
    There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
    There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

    All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
    The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

    You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

    Author unknown...
  • SGM_Adonis
    SGM_Adonis Posts: 1,565 Member
    Because I feel bad now for being a rebel and "down with da man". This one actually is my fav.

    LIFE, believe, is not a dream
    So dark as sages say;
    Oft a little morning rain
    Foretells a pleasant day.
    Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
    But these are transient all;
    If the shower will make the roses bloom,
    O why lament its fall ?

    Rapidly, merrily,
    Life's sunny hours flit by,
    Gratefully, cheerily,
    Enjoy them as they fly !

    What though Death at times steps in
    And calls our Best away ?
    What though sorrow seems to win,
    O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
    Yet hope again elastic springs,
    Unconquered, though she fell;
    Still buoyant are her golden wings,
    Still strong to bear us well.
    Manfully, fearlessly,
    The day of trial bear,
    For gloriously, victoriously,
    Can courage quell despair !

    -Charlotte Bronte

    Sorry I was looking at your boobs while trying to read this. What you say?
  • JBcat123
    JBcat123 Posts: 211 Member
    worst note someone could get : Roses Are Red, Violets are Blue, Today is the day I am breaking up with you. :frown:
  • KANGOOJUMPS
    KANGOOJUMPS Posts: 6,474 Member
    I like cockinson
  • FatOldManMN
    FatOldManMN Posts: 1,116 Member
    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound’s the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.
  • capnrus789
    capnrus789 Posts: 2,736 Member
    I like cockinson
    I bet you do!
  • Factory_Reset
    Factory_Reset Posts: 1,651 Member
    I like poetry

    I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

    Hi Jeremy :heart:
  • summertime_girl
    summertime_girl Posts: 3,945 Member
    T.S. Eliot – The Hollow Men

    We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats’ feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar.

    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
    Remember us—if at all—not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.

    II

    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
    In death’s dream kingdom
    These do not appear:
    There, the eyes are
    Sunlight on a broken column
    There, is a tree swinging
    And voices are
    In the wind’s singing
    More distant and more solemn
    Than a fading star.

    Let me be no nearer
    In death’s dream kingdom
    Let me also wear
    Such deliberate disguises
    Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
    In a field
    Behaving as the wind behaves
    No nearer—

    Not that final meeting
    In the twilight kingdom

    III

    This is the dead land
    This is cactus land
    Here the stone images
    Are raised, here they receive
    The supplication of a dead man’s hand
    Under the twinkle of a fading star.

    Is it like this
    In death’s other kingdom
    Waking alone
    At the hour when we are
    Trembling with tenderness
    Lips that would kiss
    Form prayers to broken stone.

    IV

    The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here
    In this valley of dying stars
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

    In this last of meeting places
    We grope together
    And avoid speech
    Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

    Sightless, unless
    The eyes reappear
    As the perpetual star
    Multifoliate rose
    Of death’s twilight kingdom
    The hope only
    Of empty men.

    V

    Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    At five o’clock in the morning.

    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow
    For Thine is the Kingdom

    Between the conception
    And the creation
    Between the emotion
    And the response
    Falls the Shadow
    Life is very long

    Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow
    For Thine is the Kingdom

    For Thine is
    Life is
    For Thine is the

    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.
  • KrazyDaizy
    KrazyDaizy Posts: 815 Member
    Because I feel bad now for being a rebel and "down with da man". This one actually is my fav.

    LIFE, believe, is not a dream
    So dark as sages say;
    Oft a little morning rain
    Foretells a pleasant day.
    Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
    But these are transient all;
    If the shower will make the roses bloom,
    O why lament its fall ?

    Rapidly, merrily,
    Life's sunny hours flit by,
    Gratefully, cheerily,
    Enjoy them as they fly !

    What though Death at times steps in
    And calls our Best away ?
    What though sorrow seems to win,
    O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
    Yet hope again elastic springs,
    Unconquered, though she fell;
    Still buoyant are her golden wings,
    Still strong to bear us well.
    Manfully, fearlessly,
    The day of trial bear,
    For gloriously, victoriously,
    Can courage quell despair !

    -Charlotte Bronte

    Sorry I was looking at your boobs while trying to read this. What you say?
    Lies. I have no boobs. Or *kitten*. Nothing to see here.
  • Granville_Cocteau
    Granville_Cocteau Posts: 209 Member
    Dante, Inferno, also Michelangelo.
    Dylan Thomas.
    Lots of stuff by Neruda.
    Carver's short stories are almost lyrical...
    ...lines in Shakespeare that qualify: "To sleep, perchance to dream..."

    and this one:

    "Two foods appeared as logging choices in my MFP diary
    and I, being the wiser, chose the won with fewer calories so I could eat more.
    And that has made all the difference."
  • EnderNC
    EnderNC Posts: 383 Member
    She's standing o'er the valley
    She's hiding in the cliff
    If you refuse to dally
    She'll act as though she's deaf

    But call her and she'll call you
    Curse her and she'll curse you
    You can't win if you argue
    The last word's always hers

    "Echo" by Ai Qing

    One of the few poems I have committed to memory. I've known a few women that can hang on to that last line pretty well.
  • homerjspartan
    homerjspartan Posts: 1,893 Member
    I like poetry

    I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

    Hi Jeremy :heart:

    Liane is my favorite pudding pop
    Thinking of her makes my heart pound nonstop
    Whether here or away
    In my heart she will stay
    Especially when she is on top
  • Factory_Reset
    Factory_Reset Posts: 1,651 Member
    I like poetry

    I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

    Hi Jeremy :heart:

    Liane is my favorite pudding pop
    Thinking of her makes my heart pound nonstop
    Whether here or away
    In my heart she will stay
    Especially when she is on top

    :heart: :heart: :heart:
  • SGM_Adonis
    SGM_Adonis Posts: 1,565 Member
    I like poetry

    I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

    Hi Jeremy :heart:

    Liane is my favorite pudding pop
    Thinking of her makes my heart pound nonstop
    Whether here or away
    In my heart she will stay
    Especially when she is on top

    Bravoooo...bravisimo!!!
  • GoMizzou99
    GoMizzou99 Posts: 512 Member
    How about a toast that's a poem

    Here's to you, Here's to me
    Here's to friends we'll always be
    And if, by chance, we disagree
    To hell with you and here's to me

    :drinker: :drinker: :drinker: :drinker: :drinker: