Favourite Poems

[JohnnySmum]

Heya :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The purpose of this post is to allow everyone to post their favourite poems. Hopefully it will help to reveal some good pieces and show an aspect of poetry that you haven't seen before :D .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll start the list off with a couple of my favourites. First, there's the famous Wilfred Owen poem (he wrote this a few weeks before he died in the trenches of the first world war) -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dulce Et Decorum Est

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

 

 

 

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

 

 

 

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs

 

 

 

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

 

 

 

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

 

 

 

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

 

 

 

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

 

 

 

Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,

 

 

 

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;

 

 

 

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

 

 

 

And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--

 

 

 

Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light

 

 

 

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

 

 

 

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

 

 

 

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

 

 

 

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

 

 

 

His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

 

 

 

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

 

 

 

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

 

 

 

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

 

 

 

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--

 

 

 

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

 

 

 

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

 

 

 

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

 

 

 

Pro patria mori.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And another of my favourites, a poem by Malcolm Boyle. He wrote this before the D Day invasion, and was killed in action less than a fortnight later -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I should never see the Moon again

 

 

 

Rising red gold across the harvest field,

 

 

 

Or feel the stinging of soft April rain

 

 

 

As the brown earth her hidden treasures yield,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I should never taste the salt sea spray

 

 

 

As the ship beats her course against the breeze,

 

 

 

Or smell the dog rose or the new-mown hay,

 

 

 

Or moss and primrose beneath the tree,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I should never hear the thrushes wake

 

 

 

Long before the sunrise in the glimmering dawn,

 

 

 

Or watch the huge Atlantic rollers break

 

 

 

Against the rugged cliffs in baffling scorn,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I have said goodbye to stream and wood,

 

 

 

To the wide ocean and the green clad hill,

 

 

 

I know that He who made this world so good,

 

 

 

Has somewhere made a heaven better still.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This I bear witness with my latest breath,

 

 

 

Knowing the love of God, I fear not death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So join in and post you favourite poems or works of literature :) .

[Cloaked_Shadow]

this is a poem by me :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The War

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

our defenses were crushed,

 

 

 

out of skin our blood gushed,

 

 

 

the war was a horrible thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the clan we fought,

 

 

 

was strong but naught,

 

 

 

an extremely easy foe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

our swords broken,

 

 

 

our bows asunder,

 

 

 

what could have caused this terrible blunder?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

our purple capes were dyed red,

 

 

 

by the blood we had shed,

 

 

 

our allies had then run and fled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

discretion was our only chance,

 

 

 

I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know how it happened.

 

 

 

we sent a spy,

 

 

 

for information,

 

 

 

their minds and swords were unsharpened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

they tried to fight,

 

 

 

we were too strong,

 

 

 

their armor breaking,

 

 

 

a metallic song,

 

 

 

it felt so good,

 

 

 

to have done wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the battlefield reddened,

 

 

 

by the blood,

 

 

 

the battlefield washed away,

 

 

 

by a magic flood,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we have won!

 

 

 

we have won!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to all our fellows we say:

 

 

 

we have won!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the last fight for the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Suicide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i walk carefree

 

 

 

through this town,

 

 

 

my foot falls make,

 

 

 

no sound,

 

 

 

people hide,

 

 

 

at my quiet stride,

 

 

 

the rules of this place,

 

 

 

i do not abide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

why people hate me,

 

 

 

i do not know,

 

 

 

long ago,

 

 

 

i vanquished a powerful foe,

 

 

 

now, i say,

 

 

 

my life must end.

 

 

 

i cannot continue,

 

 

 

this horrible trend,

 

 

 

to hell,

 

 

 

my life, god will send,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my black armor,

 

 

 

glistens in the sun,

 

 

 

to watch this,

 

 

 

my foes said,

 

 

 

this will be fun,

 

 

 

standing on an icy hill,

 

 

 

i do stride,

 

 

 

underneath this dark,

 

 

 

is a soft deer hide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it must end,

 

 

 

i say under breath,

 

 

 

awaiting this disastrous death,

 

 

 

my sword is hung,

 

 

 

on my belt,

 

 

 

but,

 

 

 

for my dagger i felt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it plunged down,

 

 

 

down,

 

 

 

deeper,

 

 

 

the hill looked,

 

 

 

now, much steeper.

 

 

 

i say , under a terrible frown,

 

 

 

goodbye, enemies, fearful town,

 

 

 

with wide eyes, they watch,

 

 

 

all my foes,

 

 

 

then and there,

 

 

 

my life sadly slows.

[mrfish]

Stairway to Heaven

 

 

 

By: Jimmy Page + Robert Plant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

 

 

 

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

 

 

 

And when she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed

 

 

 

With a word she can get what she came for

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And she's buying the stairway to heaven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure

 

 

 

Cuz' you know sometimes words have two meanings

 

 

 

In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings

 

 

 

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It makes me wonder,

 

 

 

Makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west

 

 

 

And my spirit is crying for leaving

 

 

 

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees

 

 

 

And the voices of those who stand looking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It makes me wonder

 

 

 

Really makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call a tune

 

 

 

Then the piper will lead us to reason

 

 

 

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long

 

 

 

And the forest will echo with laughter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow

 

 

 

Don't be alarmed now

 

 

 

It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

 

 

 

Yes, there are two paths you can go by

 

 

 

but in the long run

 

 

 

There's still time to change the road you're on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know

 

 

 

The piper's calling you to join him

 

 

 

Dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know

 

 

 

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And as we wind on down the road

 

 

 

Our shadows taller than our souls

 

 

 

There walks a lady we all know

 

 

 

Who shines white light and wants to show

 

 

 

How everything still turns to gold

 

 

 

And if you listen very hard

 

 

 

The tune will come to you at last

 

 

 

When all are one and one is all

 

 

 

To be a rock and not to roll

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

[IGoddessI]

my fav poem of all time is called poems - by bill scott

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I write my own and getting my own book published

 

 

 

but i refuse to share due to poem stealers :evil:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sorry :D

[Goku20170]

my fav poem of all time is called poems - by bill scott

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I write my own and getting my own book published

 

 

 

but i refuse to share due to poem stealers :evil:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sorry :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Totally Respect That

[Guest GoWOot]

Stairway to Heaven

 

 

 

By: Jimmy Page + Robert Plant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

 

 

 

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

 

 

 

And when she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed

 

 

 

With a word she can get what she came for

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And she's buying the stairway to heaven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure

 

 

 

Cuz' you know sometimes words have two meanings

 

 

 

In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings

 

 

 

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It makes me wonder,

 

 

 

Makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west

 

 

 

And my spirit is crying for leaving

 

 

 

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees

 

 

 

And the voices of those who stand looking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It makes me wonder

 

 

 

Really makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call a tune

 

 

 

Then the piper will lead us to reason

 

 

 

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long

 

 

 

And the forest will echo with laughter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow

 

 

 

Don't be alarmed now

 

 

 

It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

 

 

 

Yes, there are two paths you can go by

 

 

 

but in the long run

 

 

 

There's still time to change the road you're on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it makes me wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know

 

 

 

The piper's calling you to join him

 

 

 

Dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know

 

 

 

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And as we wind on down the road

 

 

 

Our shadows taller than our souls

 

 

 

There walks a lady we all know

 

 

 

Who shines white light and wants to show

 

 

 

How everything still turns to gold

 

 

 

And if you listen very hard

 

 

 

The tune will come to you at last

 

 

 

When all are one and one is all

 

 

 

To be a rock and not to roll

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

 

 

 

i just learnt this song on guitar :) im not sure if its poem