Your Favorite Poem

[lady_charlie]

I recently read Spoon River Anthology again, many years after high school, and was so surprised that not only did I get it, but I laughed out loud.
Some things we just can't appreciate at such a tender age I guess.

Not my favorite poem, just something I read recently.

I like Anais Nin, Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Robert Burns, Edgar Allen Poe

Speaking of dreams - Can you read Anais Nin without having strange dreams?

Heaven help me I am trying to get through Beowulf but the constant annotations on the kindle are driving me to the point of madness.
Which is worse?
Reading Beowulf with no notes or with notes inserted every other word?

[sauerteig]

I also like robi thakur....as like a sesher kobita....

[Williamz]

The Definition Of Love by Andrew Marvell is my favorite Poem.

My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrranic power depose.

[charlylynx]

Here's one that's too cool from the author of the Orange Barrel(me), yew need a bit of Irish
in ya to say it properly lads an lassies so read read it with an Irish accent if yew please!


Ian Macgregor


In the realm of the dark I stagger me way
Me cudgel and lamp give the night some day
At this wee hour with me foggy thought
Me home an bed is what best be sought
John Barleycorn’s got me thoughts askew
Sometimes closing a pub is hard ta do
Been over this trail a thousand times
Here I be born this place is mine
But when it’s late yew should go around
They be trouble in this wood an many be gone
Stories of lights and spirits in the dark
Things that move that be scary and stark
Voices are heard and no one be there
Things in the bog that fill yew with fear
But I be old and no longer can run
I cannot be scared and that makes me fun
They fly at my face and try make me scream
The pixies and faeries sometimes can be mean
When I go by the bog I watch my step
Get close to the water an they give ya a dip
The wraiths and the boogens rules these parts
They vanish a child or stop an old heart
Too many children reach for a frog
That reaches back and pulls them under the bog
Or the lads and lassies that sneak off to get kissed
By morning they’re missing at church they be missed
I’ve seen so many walk into the fog
Ta never be seen and be lost to the bog
But I am old and know me way
The ghostly sprites mostly stay away
I creep with my stick out front like a sword
Saying a prayer out loud to the Lord
The briar’s are pulling and snagging me clothes
Then a terrible smell comes into me nose
And there before me is a frightful sight
With eyes and claws and things that ain’t right
I grab the cross and me holy book
And it steps a bit closer an has a look
Ian Magregor old faithful friend
Tis a pleasure to see ya once again
I tipped me hat and bade it hello
With a wave of a wing he let me go
I caught me breath and made quick down the trail
Afraid to look back at the vision from hell
I walked past the willows and curling oaks
In the foggy dark they move tis no joke
I slipped from me tunic my silvery flask
More Irish courage will make me nerve last
Over a log and under a limb
Then bridge the creek and briars again
Eyes in the bushes glow and stare
The moon peeks the clouds and gives me a scare
Things take flight as the darkness wanes
They dash for the shadows the light gives them pain
I walk in the moonglow the ambush is gone
I praise the Lord and sing him a song
Then the clouds are back and me lamp is my friend
There be sounds in the bushes they be back again
I hobble a quickstep and scuttle along
I’m feeling worried and forgot me song
They’re getting closer I can smell their stink
I’m getting slower I’m not in me pink
Then it grabs me arm and spins me round
I lose me step and fall on the ground
It towers over me waving its claws
Shouting and screaming and stuttering me heart
I reach for me cudgel but its no longer me friend
The creature has grabbed it I have to defend
I crawl through the grass an onto a rock
The creature is on me and flogging me back
I reach for a wall and find me a door
The creature is screaming and beating me more
I fall on the ground tricked into its lair
Its dragging me round its claws in me hair
I says to the beastie please let me be
I promise to be good don’t murder me
The creature scowls and throws me down
Calls me a sot and a drunken clown
Drags me to a room and rips off me clothes
Throws me in bed and holds me close
Ian Macgregor ye knows not ta drink
Ye acts like a fool and it makes ye breath stink
Now go ta sleep fore I beat ya some more
If ye get drunk again ye knows what’s in store.

[castielfalling]

I have a new favourite that we did for A Levels recently. It's called The Ballad of Reading Gaol and its by Oscar Wilde. I think it's beautiful and I love the rhythm.
It's pretty long but worth the read

[EmpressElinora]

To kymayo05
That poem is so beautiful that I am sitting here with tears streaming down face. Thank you for sharing. I feel the power of it flowing through my veins.

I can tell that I am really going to love this site.

[Williamz]

My favourite poem is Daffodils by wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud etc etc cant remember it by heart sadly.

[makenahulme]

If by Rudyard Kipling is my absolute favorite poem of all time.
I feel that it relates to every part of my life and inspires me.

[rbbrooks]

My favorite poem is "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. Too long to post here but it's a sad and beautiful poem about loneliness and insecurity. I really love the rhythm of the poem and all the literary references throughout it.