Favorite poem?

[Guest AshKaYu]

What's your favorite poem? I a new to poetry, but I've been reading quite a bit, and I love "Annabel Lee" by E.A. Poe. It's such a great poem, interesting and musical. It describes about how a man loves his bride and is loved by her, but later we learn he has turned insane and think the angels were envious of them and stole her from him. His wife had died not that much before, and she was quite young(24), so I think it's safe to say it refers to her.

 

As for couplets, I loooove PBJ(Paul B Jackenzio[sp?]), I love his simple, witty, synonym and opposites. His books and poetry have helped me start to become a poet, and it's delightful to be a beginner in that style of writing, which before I have never tried. Also, one clerihew written by his students his quite funny:

 

 

 

Basketball Ace, Dr J

 

Is seven feet tall, or so they say

 

His only hangup is buying shoes

 

But thats why they invented canoes.

[JJay]

"LEISURE"

 

 

 

What is this life if, full of care,

 

We have no time to stand and stare.

 

 

 

No time to stand beneath the boughs

 

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

 

 

 

No time to see, when woods we pass,

 

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

 

 

 

No time to see, in broad daylight,

 

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

 

 

 

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

 

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

 

 

 

No time to wait till her mouth can

 

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

 

 

 

A poor life this if, full of care,

 

We have no time to stand and stare.

 

 

 

By Wm. Henry Davies.

 

 

 

 

 

(Wm. Henry Davies (1871-1940) considered as the poet of the tramps).

 

 

 

A classic

 

 

 

I'd have to say thats my favourite, though alot of Dylan songs are up there (Gates of Eden, Mr. Tambourine Man, It's Alright Ma(I'm Only Bleeding))

[Guest AshKaYu]

I've never heard of any dylan songs nor Mr.Davies, but that poem sure looks interesting and delightful. I'll go see if there are any collections of his books at the library.

[issy2]

I have several favourites....

 

 

 

 

 

This is one I wrote myself and I really like it! Sorry to boast :shame:

 

 

 

Broken Love

 

 

 

I sat upon my lonely rock,

 

Dreaming of your thoughts.

 

Are you thinking of me too?

 

I can't get you out of my head,

 

whatever I do.

 

 

 

Your laughter rings in my head,

 

For you are so special,

 

But for you, in my your mind I am dead.

 

Yes, this is the broken love of my pain.

 

 

 

But I know my numbness is not all,

 

I can feel your intoxicating call,

 

Enchanting my soul and wishing me to your side,

 

I gave you love and it was defied.

 

My broken love! Shattered in my eyes.

 

 

 

I remember how you enfolded me in your arms,

 

and kissed me gently,

 

While the warm summer dusk hid us from the world.

 

 

 

Now I am left on my own

 

In your absence my warmth is frozen to the bone.

 

How can I go on?

 

When I now know our love was just a mimicking con.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Take Off The Shackles And Go Your Own Way

 

 

 

We've gotta move on

 

We've had our times and had our laughs

 

We've had our screams and scary stories

 

We've had our fights and quarrels

 

And the lessons and the yawns and the games and the breaking dawns.

 

 

 

I love you and you love.

 

We've got the presents

 

Got the memories

 

But we've got to move on

 

We're all who we are and we're staying that way.

 

 

 

I want to cry but I don't

 

Our love is stronger tenfold now

 

But we all want more and we'll get it where we're going

 

So take the shackles off your feet and head your own way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bottles

 

 

 

 

 

Each of the bottles is filled with water.

 

This is important to remember.

 

They may bear different names upon their labels,

 

They may appear to be different colours,

 

But each of the bottles is filled with water.

 

They stand in a line on a stall

 

In the far corner of the market.

 

 

 

The first woman comes,

 

And buys one of the bottles

 

She thinks the bottle contains wine,

 

She takes it home to drink with her husband.

 

They end the night tipsy with ecstasy, falling

 

Into each other's arms.

 

 

 

The second woman comes

 

and buys the seconds bottle.

 

She thinks the bottle contains perfume,

 

She takes it home and sprinkles it,

 

On her arms and neck.

 

She smiles at the men who smile at her,

 

Thinking they can smell the scent

 

That she herself cannot smell.

 

 

 

The third woman comes,

 

and buys the third bottle.

 

She thinks the bottle contains medicine.

 

She takes it home and gives a spoonful

 

To each of her sick children.

 

The next day their eyes are laughing,

 

as they sing and play in the street.

 

 

 

The fourth woman comes,

 

and asks for water.

 

The stall-keeper shrugs and points at the labels.

 

The woman unscrews the largest bottle, the one

 

with the water dyed the most exotic colour.

 

the one with the highest price on the label.

 

 

 

'I'll take this one,' she says, and stands

 

Where she is and drinks every drop.

 

The stall keeper, brazen faced, still asks for his money.

 

The woman bends down and picks up a stone.

 

'Here is a loaf of bread,' she says.

 

 

Dave Ward