Favorite Poems?

Mother_Superior

Anything by Carolyn Forche, John Berryman, Countee Cullen, Langston Hughes, or Billy Collins.

mank32

Emily Cockinson

ETA.... It accepts that. Awesome.

:laugh:

KrazyDaizy

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

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

Sabotage - Beastie Boys

Poetic and elegant

michael1976_ca

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

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

worst note someone could get : Roses Are Red, Violets are Blue, Today is the day I am breaking up with you. :frown:

KANGOOJUMPS

I like cockinson

FatOldManMN

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

I like cockinson

I bet you do!

Factory_Reset

I like poetry

I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

Hi Jeremy

summertime_girl

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

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

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

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

I like poetry

I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

Hi Jeremy

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

I like poetry

I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

Hi Jeremy

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

SGM_Adonis

I like poetry

I especially like poetry from homerjspartan *swoon*

Hi Jeremy

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

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

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