Favorite Poems?
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I'm partial to Poe myself. But sometimes I write a little, once or twice a year.
A spring green blade of grass
brushing gently, briefly, on sculpted knee
A mosquito, buzzing insistently
perilously near inner ear
Single ray of burning sun
warming down on smooth bare back
Lone fiber of cotton lace
langorously tracking hippish trace
Chocolate morsel, dark, sweet
hiding in lips corners
Waiting, wondering, longing toward
nearnesses like these
- Me.0 -
The rise, the fall, the breast so fair
draped in long, dark silken hair
Femininity wrapped before my eyes
yet beneath lies bonding prize
Lust, hot passions in me arise
some men these feelings do despise
These embrace I, on thy behalf
nobler lies not in our path
Clarity, love, each unyielding
tears fervently at silken shielding
Treasures, tastes, much adoration
these bring forth our mighty nation
Searching, yearning, yes, reaffirming
each unspoken and yet binding;
Laughter, softness, unburdening joy
all this means that I'm a boy
Worry not for lust unbridled
these, despised, are for those unsettled
Fruits of such twixt us, be blessed
indeed each yields us happiness
Celebrate, no wait! Give more!
show this, thy love whom you adore
Hold not back; give free, give much
to him who yearns thy healing touch
Yearn, strive, ask of me more
bind me to thee, I implore
Of us, make but one, we two
take all of me, as much of you
Yet at last, though lingering, spent
amongst thine shielding, torn and rent
Swells anew within our breast
emotion, trust, of nobles blest
Clarity, mere love, gives way
whilst lust retreats to yonder day
Left here, with us, amongst the threads
lies purpose of anointed beds
Birthed of divinity, birthed of body
lies there naught to perceive as naughty
Found is charity 'tween me and thee
in such a place man hopes it be
Renewing of simple man, this way
builds them for less fortunate day
As treasures, passions, each doth fail
whilst remains love's holiest grail
- Also Me.0 -
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...
i have never read this poem and it is so moving. I think it is written to describe his feelings toward his romantic love but when I initially read it I thought it also would describe the feelings and thoughts a mother might experience having miscarried a child. Tear jerking.....thanks for sharing.0 -
The rise, the fall, the breast so fair
draped in long, dark silken hair
Femininity wrapped before my eyes
yet beneath lies bonding prize
Lust, hot passions in me arise
some men these feelings do despise
These embrace I, on thy behalf
nobler lies not in our path
Clarity, love, each unyielding
tears fervently at silken shielding
Treasures, tastes, much adoration
these bring forth our mighty nation
Searching, yearning, yes, reaffirming
each unspoken and yet binding;
Laughter, softness, unburdening joy
all this means that I'm a boy
Worry not for lust unbridled
these, despised, are for those unsettled
Fruits of such twixt us, be blessed
indeed each yields us happiness
Celebrate, no wait! Give more!
show this, thy love whom you adore
Hold not back; give free, give much
to him who yearns thy healing touch
Yearn, strive, ask of me more
bind me to thee, I implore
Of us, make but one, we two
take all of me, as much of you
Yet at last, though lingering, spent
amongst thine shielding, torn and rent
Swells anew within our breast
emotion, trust, of nobles blest
Clarity, mere love, gives way
whilst lust retreats to yonder day
Left here, with us, amongst the threads
lies purpose of anointed beds
Birthed of divinity, birthed of body
lies there naught to perceive as naughty
Found is charity 'tween me and thee
in such a place man hopes it be
Renewing of simple man, this way
builds them for less fortunate day
As treasures, passions, each doth fail
whilst remains love's holiest grail
- Also Me.
Simply breathtaking. Your muse/wife is obviously a very cherished and beautiful woman to you. Thank you for sharing your wonderful gift with words
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Holy h3lll..... well done.The rise, the fall, the breast so fair
draped in long, dark silken hair
Femininity wrapped before my eyes
yet beneath lies bonding prize
Lust, hot passions in me arise
some men these feelings do despise
These embrace I, on thy behalf
nobler lies not in our path
Clarity, love, each unyielding
tears fervently at silken shielding
Treasures, tastes, much adoration
these bring forth our mighty nation
Searching, yearning, yes, reaffirming
each unspoken and yet binding;
Laughter, softness, unburdening joy
all this means that I'm a boy
Worry not for lust unbridled
these, despised, are for those unsettled
Fruits of such twixt us, be blessed
indeed each yields us happiness
Celebrate, no wait! Give more!
show this, thy love whom you adore
Hold not back; give free, give much
to him who yearns thy healing touch
Yearn, strive, ask of me more
bind me to thee, I implore
Of us, make but one, we two
take all of me, as much of you
Yet at last, though lingering, spent
amongst thine shielding, torn and rent
Swells anew within our breast
emotion, trust, of nobles blest
Clarity, mere love, gives way
whilst lust retreats to yonder day
Left here, with us, amongst the threads
lies purpose of anointed beds
Birthed of divinity, birthed of body
lies there naught to perceive as naughty
Found is charity 'tween me and thee
in such a place man hopes it be
Renewing of simple man, this way
builds them for less fortunate day
As treasures, passions, each doth fail
whilst remains love's holiest grail
- Also Me.
I want to FR you just for this.0 -
Robert Frost's - Mending Wall
And this is my favorite part of the poem:
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall0 -
The only poem I remember is from my childhood and it's so juvenile it's embarrassing but I dig it:
One sunny day, in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot the other
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and got those two dead boys
And if you don't believe this lie is true
Ask the blind man
He saw it too.0 -
^^^My brother would recite that one all the time!0
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I read this in high school English class and loved it every since then.
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.0 -
I'm kind of shocked that Invictus hasn't been already posted:
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley
We have this printed and framed and up in my son's room.0 -
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.0 -
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.
Love the Frost poems. I think my favorite has to be Annabell Lee by Poe. Idk why, but it just speaks to me!0 -
My Aunt wrote this for me back in October
Good-bye my dear mommy pray the lord my soul to keep and good-bye to my dear daddy always remember me
Im sorry that I have hurt you I wish there was no pain but the lord sent Gabrielle to take me away.
Remember me in your dreams whether boy or girl I wanted to live for you but the lord just said no
He had his thought he had his reasons I guess that's all that's needed to know
But in the heavens I will remember, my parents who loved me so, even though I was never in their arms to hold0 -
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost0 -
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
-Pablo Neruda0 -
Hey...I know what you mean.
I enjoyed Poe's poems in college.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.0 -
E. A. Poe and Frost were poets I really enjoyed in 6th-7th grade. Then I really got into spoken word which was really a free-form/flow...
Heart on sleeve with words off cuff
There is something about your love that is never enough
Your hands run down my back and grip my thighs
Kisses on my neck cause my temperature to rise
Your heart against mine-- it's only a matter of time-- until-- fantasy becomes reality
And we. Are. Poetry in motion. Walls banging with emotions like the way you beat that drum
I'm a high hat played rhythmically, you call me music, but you Are melody
My heart on sleeve
These words off cuff
There is something
About your love that is never enough.
-Me0 -
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast.
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!0 -
One of classic poems that touched me
"O Fortuna" in the Carmina Burana
O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!
Translation:
O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as the sharp mind takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.
Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!0 -
Most Female Killers Use Poison (I don't know who wrote it)
"Think about the first name you were ever called,
and then think how long it took until
you got called a p***y
or a slut,
or a b***h,
or a *kitten*,
all of which are words that fall too close to ‘girl.’
Think about the first time you got called a ‘girl’
and they said it with a sneer.
Like it was a bad thing.
For a boy, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.
For a girl, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.
Remember, black widow spiders and female praying mantises eat their partners after intercourse.
Remember, it’s the lionesses who hunt.
They come back with bloody muzzles, dragging bloated carcasses as the alpha lion strides around with his mane puffing out.
Remember, it’s only the female mosquitoes who drink blood.
We’re the ones who do the necessary work, dirty our hands,
f**k or fight or both.
We’re often the smaller sex, which makes us a harder target
as we slink close and sink our teeth in.
Remember: we’re deadly.
You should be proud to be called a girl.”0
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