Favorite Poems?

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  • AsianSuperfly
    AsianSuperfly Posts: 73 Member
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    Not a poem but rather a song.

    A Mother's Love Is A Blessing
    (Thomas P Keenan)

    An Irish boy was leaving
    Leaving his native home
    Crossing the broad Atlantic
    Once more he wished to roam
    And as he was leaving his mother
    Who was standing on the quay
    She threw her arms around his waist
    And this to him did say

    A mother's love's a blessing
    No matter where you roam
    Keep her while she's living
    You'll miss her when she's gone
    Love her as in childhood
    Though feeble, old and grey
    For you'll never miss a mother's love
    Till she's buried beneath the clay

    And as the years go onwards
    I'll settle down in life
    And choose a nice young colleen
    And take her for my wife
    And as the babes grow older
    And climb around my knee
    I'll teach them the very same lesson
    That my mother taught to me

    A mother's love's a blessing
    No matter where you roam
    Keep her while she's living
    You'll miss her when she's gone
    Love her as in childhood
    Though feeble, old and grey
    For you'll never miss a mother's love
    Till she's buried beneath the clay


    Remember this for Mothers Day.

    "A mother's love's a blessing
    No matter where you roam
    Keep her while she's living
    You'll miss her when she's gone
    Love her as in childhood
    Though feeble, old and grey
    For you'll never miss a mother's love
    Till she's buried beneath the clay" <<<<<< I like this verse.
  • Myhaloslipped
    Myhaloslipped Posts: 4,317 Member
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    In the pale light of midnight I tried to take flight
    But my wings were too weak and the stars were too bright


    So I waited a week til the winter winds blew
    Stars were shrouded in clouds and the moon was too



    Not a thing alive witnessed my wings unfold
    As my breath grew quick and my heart grew bold


    And soon I was soaring, oh, upwards and on
    Til the sky was all ‘round and the ground was gone



    And I watched as each object, each person, each place
    Became one glowing orb spinning slowly in space



    And I thought to myself, ‘through the eyes of a bird
    This life and this Earth seem entirely absurd’



    Then I suddenly felt indescribably small
    And wondered if anything mattered at all


    Like what people wished for or what people felt
    Or whether the ice caps would finally melt


    Then, I realized, after an hour or two
    That things matter, because, they matter to you


    Although what you do won’t change much from up here
    It can comfort or crush those you find yourself near


    This universe may be enormous and strange
    But look close to home and there’s much you can change


    And now that I know it, that’s just what I’ll do
    Informed and enthused by my new point of view


    It seems that such questions as grand as existence
    Can only be solved from a reasonable distance


    By Metaphorest
  • Chieflrg
    Chieflrg Posts: 9,097 Member
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    Open your eyes and see your canvas of life.

    Don't hide the brush strokes of failures.

    Embrace them.

    Allow your achievements to bleed into them & create colors not seen by the eye,

    but by the heart.

    ~Lanny
  • Skinnymunkii
    Skinnymunkii Posts: 191 Member
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  • sheepysaccount
    sheepysaccount Posts: 608 Member
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    I am a little obsessed with poetry, so bear with me. For some unusual poetry, see the last four.

    My favorites are
    any sonnet by Shakespeare
    "The Road Not Taken" - Robert Frost
    "Like This" - Rumi
    "Annabel Lee" - Edgar Allan Poe
    "Jabberwocky" - Lewis Carroll
    "Kubla Khan" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    "To a Mouse" - Robert Burns
    "A Dream" - Christina Rossetti
    "Walking Around" - Pablo Neruda
    "He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven" - W.B. Yeats

    "Andrew" - Andrea Gibson (her poetry in general is amazing!)
    "Desidarata" - Max Ehrmann (not your traditional poetry)
    "Why I Hate REligion, But Love Jesus" - Jefferson Bethke (spoken word, but that also counts, right?)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IAhDGYlpqY
    "may i feel said he" - e.e. cumming (and yes, this is raunchy)
    also, listen to it!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv-HIedmktE
  • LeanneHarrington3
    LeanneHarrington3 Posts: 100 Member
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    Mary Rose sat on a pin. Mary Rose.

    Does that count?