Topic: what is your favorite poem? (Read 1293 times)

My favourite poem is ''twinkle twinkle little star''.i read that in my childhood period.

Edgar Allan Poe "Raven"

Poem ? I love it just to read not to share or use to seduce women, It really caught my heart, and I do not think it's rare today to use poetry.

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.

 I was a child and she was a child,
 In this kingdom by the sea;
 But we loved with a love that was more than love-
 I and my Annabel Lee;
 With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
 Coveted her and me.

 And this was the reason that, long ago,
 In this kingdom by the sea,
 A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
 My beautiful Annabel Lee;
 So that her highborn kinsman came
 And bore her away from me,
 To shut her up in a sepulcher
 In this kingdom by the sea.

 The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
 Went envying her and me-
 Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
 In this kingdom by the sea)
 That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
 Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

 But our love it was stronger by far than the love
 Of those who were older than we-
 Of many far wiser than we-
 And neither the angels in heaven above,
 Nor the demons down under the sea,
 Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

 For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
 And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
 And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
 Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
 In the sepulcher there by the sea,
 In her tomb by the sounding sea.

-Edgar Allan Poe

I like this

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but,.....

My favorite one is 'Two Hearts' by Cemal Süreya. He is a great poet and writer.

The shortest way between two hearts:
Two arms
Extending to each other and occasionally
Touching another by finger tips only.

I'm running to the place of stairs,
Waiting is the body-acquiring of time;
I've got here very early, I can't find you,
It feels like something is being rehearsed.

Birds are gathering to migrate
I wish I would have loved you just for this.

Anyone heard about The Poor Ghost of Christina Rosetti ? ) my favourite one

I like Shakespeare and his works. Let they and old but some are actual today of them. From modern writers it is difficult to find deserving.

My favorite poem is:
The night sky here studded with stars,
The sun shines all-day, meadow full of grass;
Through the branches of tall trees
Sky looks like meandering stairsteps.

One who wants to go – one who could go – would go,
Amidst sound of water
The day would treat endlessly
Removing fatigue and heart’s dark stain.

my favorite poem is:

       here is my little garden,

      some seeds i'm going to sow,

     here is my rake to rake the ground,

    here is my hand hoe.

          here is the big, round yellow sun,

         the sun warms everything.

          here are the rain clouds in the sky

          the birds will start to sing

          little plant will wake up soon

           and lift their sleepy heads

           little plants will grow and grow

          in their little  warm earth beds................

this is my all time favorite poem friendssss.

i like apples. in my childhood my mam said to me one poem


an apple can test very nice,

try a bite or slice,

if its red or if its green,

if will taste good if it's clean,

my grandma says " an apple a day,

always keep the doctor away."

i love this poem....

One of my favorite "non famous" poems is by
Pure Evil from P&S

In and out it

Wanders through my psyche
I try to put the pieces in order
Longing for the right solution
Loathing the possible outcome

Now is the time
Everyone hopes will remain
Vacant of their lives
Exit signs looks comforting
Remembering the Entrance seems painful

Beyond tomorrow seems like an
Eternity away, alone

Tonight I sit with my
Heap of thoughts, and I become
Envious of the guy I wanted to be

Since I can't have that
Anymore I am content to
Make the next person, inside
Even better.

I like this one and it's coming from Lord Alfred Tennyson here.

All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Some one had blundered:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

My favorite poem is entitled as TREES. I don't remember who the author is. It's the firat poem I've learned when I was young thought by my dad. Here is some line. "I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is fresh.... I don't know what's next.

My favourite poem is,

All people dream,but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog. -Might and Magic V: Darkside of Xeen

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
stars.

Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

i like one small poem that one is:

   i'm a little reindeer

    ready to fly

    i'll pull Santa's sleigh

   up in the sky

      Christmas is here:  we

        can't be late

         all the children just

             can not wait.............