Your Favorite Poem

[mitchritz]

nice poem shared by you all thanks for sharing

[dindindin]

"Tommy" by Rudyard Kipling

Then it's Tommy this, an" Tommy that,
an' Tommy, ow's yer soul?
But its Thin red line of eroes when the
drums begin to roll,
O it's Thin red line of eroes when the
drums begin to roll.

-- 26 Mar 2012, 23:07 --

"The End" by Jim Morrison
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes ......again

[Bighuey]

Heres a poem I found in a book I hadnt thought of for years. I always thought it was kind of cool. Kind of dark and depressing, but a good one.

Solomon Kane's Homecoming by Robert E Howard

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs
The air was slashed with foam
The long tides moaned along the strand
When Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
Through the little Devon town
His gaze, like a ghost's come back to life
Roamed the streets up and down.

The people followed wonderingly
To mark his spectral stare
And in the tavern silently
They thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
The worn old rafters creak
And Solomon Lifted his drinking jack
And spoke as a ghost might speak

"There sat Sir Richard Grenville once
In smoke and flames he passed
And we were one to fifty-three
But we gave them blast for blast
From crimson dawn to crimson dawn
We held the Dons at bay
The dead lay littered on our decks
Our masts were shot away.

We beat them back with broken blades
Till crimson ran the tide
Death thundered in the cannon smoke
When Richard Grenville died
We should have blown her hull apart
And sunk beneath the main."
The people saw upon his wrists
The scars of the racks of Spain.

"Where is Bess?" said Solomon Kane.
"Woe that I caused her tears"
"In the quiet churchyard by the sea
"She has slept these seven years."
The sea wind moaned at the window-pane
And Solomon bowed his head
"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
And the fairest fade," he said.

His eyes were mystical deep pools
That drowned unearthly things
And Solomon lifted up his head
And spoke of his wanderings
"Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
In the dark and naked lands
Horror born of the jungle gloom
And death on the pathless sands.

"And I have known a deathless queen
In a city old as death
Where towering pyramids of skulls
Her glory witnesseth.
Her kiss was like an adder's fang
With the sweetness Lilith had
And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
In that city of the mad.

"And I have slain a vampire shape
That sucked a black king white
And I have roamed through grisly hills
Where dead men walked at night
And I have seen heads fall like fruit
In the slaver's barracoon
And I have seen winged demons fly
All naked in the moon.

"My feet are weary of wandering
And age comes on apace
I fain would dwell in Devon now
Forever in my place."
The howling of the ocean pack
Came whistling down the gale
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
Like a hound that snuffs a trail.

A-down the wind like a running pack
The hounds of the ocean bayed
And Solomon Kane rose up again
And girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant dream
Grew wayward and blind and bright
And Solomon put the people by
And went into the night.

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds
The waves in white crests flowed
And Solomon Kane went forth again
And no man knew his road
They glimpsed him etched against the moon
Where clouds on hilltop thinned
They heard an eerie echoed call
That whistled down the wind.

This may not be a great poem, but I always liked it, a person would probably have to read the Solomon Kane stories to get more out of it.

[Connie_88]

I like The Raven and a few by Keats and Emily Bronte as well

[AmandaRose]

I like many different poems, but I have to say the one that I feel most connected to is 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost. It can mean whatever you want it to mean, and you can do what you want with it. I love it because it reminds of of not taking the easy way out when it comes to life; we should always push ourselves to go the extra mile when it comes to anything we do. It's always worth it in the end.

[James Donovan]

here is my favourite poem. Someone in this community has posted this. Here is the link to original post.
http://forums.onlinebookclub.org/viewto ... 35#p150035

All things come to natural end
But I never really knew
That peace could come, and He could send
That peace, through something but you

The winding road has been quite long
Which we've traveled together, friend
We've fought together, with our song
And now, we're at the end

I'm sorry for the mistakes I've made
As we've walked along our way
And later on, though all may fade
Please remember what I say

You have made me who I am
And I hope I've helped you too
Just know that leaving you is sad
But you'll be here in all I do

Forgive my cliches, forgive my
Mistakes in meter and rhyme
Just remember any good I've done
I don't think we've wasted our time

No dramatic pause I mean for you
No flashes of light, or dark
I just mean to fade.. adieu
It is time for us to part


This is to a dear friend here. You know you you are

[she8178]

My favorite poem is Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe:

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[DATo]

Universally considered the finest "sound" poem in the English language.

The Bells by Edgar Allen Poe

http://www.bartleby.com/102/88.html

HINT: To fully appreciate this poem you have to "listen" to the words in your mind as you read it.

[Amie]

Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war

Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war

Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won, but the child is lost

by Steven Moffat

[Fran]

Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war

Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war

Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won, but the child is lost

by Steven Moffat

That's a beautiful and profound poem

[Amie]

Thanks Fran

[kaderontor]

very sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,

you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,

though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam

that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys

until you realize foam's twin is blood.

[annaszpak]

"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost
It's been my favorite poem for over two years now. I love it's symbolism; it describes my life.

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.

[FNAWrite]

Of poems others have read, maybe "Spring" by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots,
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers

[Mazza WA]

Another favourite of mine, and many Aussies would say it's stereotyped or something, but I do love it because it sums up my country for me, is the following:

My Country
by Dorothea McKellar

Hey Sleepydumpling - I love this one too, and can't understand the attidude of some of our countrymen who groan when they hear it. The story I heard was that Dorothea went to England with a young man who had proposed to her, to meet his family and see if she could settle there. In the end, she turned him down, and wrote this poem as an explanation. Not a bad way to turn down a proposal of marriage!!

-- 18 Mar 2013, 20:12 --

I have many favourites, too many to list!! But I do love this one, short and to the point:


“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” Shel Silverstein