Favorite Peotry..and..

[TheLastTemplar]

Ya so I thought it would be cool to start a page on your favorite music,lyrics, Peotry, ect. I'll Start.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All creature of our God and King

 

 

 

Lift up your voice and with us sing

 

 

 

Oh, praise Him

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Thou burning sun with golden beam

 

 

 

Thou silver moon with softer gleam

 

 

 

Oh, praise him

 

 

 

Oh, praise him

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thou rushing wind that art so strong

 

 

 

Ye clouds that sail in heav'n along

 

 

 

Oh, praise him

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Thou rising moon in praise rejoice

 

 

 

Ye lights of evening find a voice

 

 

 

Oh, praise him

 

 

 

Oh, priase him

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let all things their creator bless

 

 

 

And worship Him in humbleness

 

 

 

Oh, praise him

 

 

 

Aleluia

 

 

 

Praise, praise the Father praise the Son

 

 

 

And praise the Spirit three in one

 

 

 

Oh, praise him

 

 

 

Oh, priase him

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Alleluia

 

 

 

Alleluia

[TheLastTemplar]

long live duetchland..just get a better gov't.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry= the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..song lyrics....music..bands..whatever..

[issy2]

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 sepulchre

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 sepulchre there by the sea,

 

 

 

In her tomb by the side of the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little gaps

 

 

 

In wet stone

 

 

 

That give home

 

 

 

To geranium

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little nooks

 

 

 

and crannies

 

 

 

That shelter

 

 

 

Tiny fungi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little seeds

 

 

 

of fern

 

 

 

That make an eye

 

 

 

In wonder turn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little drops

 

 

 

that fall from sky

 

 

 

To polish plants

 

 

 

With dew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thankyou

 

 

 

Litte things

 

 

 

That enchant

 

 

 

The bigger view.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Wellingtons swish

 

 

 

Through the leaves;

 

 

 

I'm four years again, at play,

 

 

 

In the crumpled wrapping paper

 

 

 

Of the year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you hold me tight

 

 

 

I can only see the light

 

 

 

I can only feel what's right,

 

 

 

When you hold me tight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm in your arms and safe with you,

 

 

 

Nothing can hurt me, nothing they do,

 

 

 

I love you and you love me too,

 

 

 

When I'm in your arms and safe with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you kiss me tenderly and I'm warm inside,

 

 

 

We realised together something can't be defied,

 

 

 

Open your heart, stranger, open it wide,

 

 

 

When you kiss me tenderly, I'm warm inside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I lie close to you and you're speaking loving words,

 

 

 

Now I know how they feel, when they fly high, the birds.

 

 

 

We're together forever and something in me stirs

 

 

 

When I lie close to you and you're speaking loving words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we run through the mountains, we race down the streams,

 

 

 

These are the moments, the moments, of dreams.

 

 

 

The waves and sky meet, tying up the seams,

 

 

 

When we run through the mountains and race down the streams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have dreams of summer days

 

 

 

Of running freely on the lawn

 

 

 

I luv a lazy Sunday morn

 

 

 

Like many others do

 

 

 

I luv my family always

 

 

 

I luv clear water in the stream

 

 

 

Oh yes I cry and yes I dream

 

 

 

We dogs are people too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I have time I luv sightseeing

 

 

 

You may not want to see my face

 

 

 

But you and I must share a space

 

 

 

Like many others do

 

 

 

Please think of me, dear human

 

 

 

It seems I'm always in need

 

 

 

I too have a family to feed,

 

 

 

We mice are people too

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I luv the cows I luv the trees

 

 

 

And I'd rather you not smoke

 

 

 

For if you smoke then I would choke

 

 

 

Like many others do

 

 

 

I beg you do not squash me please

 

 

 

I do not want to cause you harm

 

 

 

I simply want you to stay calm

 

 

 

We flies are people too

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I luv to walk among the fern

 

 

 

I'm thankful for each night and day

 

 

 

I really luv to holiday

 

 

 

Like many others do

 

 

 

I've read the books and my concern

 

 

 

Is why do we always look bad?

 

 

 

My friends don't think i'm raving mad,

 

 

 

We wolves are people too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We really need and luv this planet

 

 

 

And we want you to be aware

 

 

 

That we don't have one spare

 

 

 

Not any of us do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(there's more... but it's too long to type up)

 

 

 

[Guthix_Girl]

i like this one poem of mine that i wrote.. its not that great but i dont really have a favorite poet..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear of mine

 

 

 

Of my and my own

 

 

 

United we stand

 

 

 

Divided we fall

 

 

 

Together our hearts

 

 

 

Have no difference at all

 

 

 

He looked like an angel

 

 

 

Fallen from the sky

 

 

 

He brought us together

 

 

 

Then bid goodbye

 

 

 

Dear of mine

 

 

 

Of my and my own

 

 

 

You made us one

 

 

 

One is one all

[zeekyhbomb]

 

 

 

The Reckoning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All profits disappear: the gain

 

 

 

Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum;

 

 

 

And now grim digits of old pain

 

 

 

Return to litter up our home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We hunt the cause of ruin, add,

 

 

 

Subtract, and put ourselves in pawn;

 

 

 

For all our scratching on the pad,

 

 

 

We cannot trace the error down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What we are seeking is a fare

 

 

 

One way, a chance to be secure:

 

 

 

The lack that keeps us what we are,

 

 

 

The penny that usurps the poor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Theodore Roethke

 

 

 

[jemathonical]

Roses are Red

 

 

 

Voilets are Blue

 

 

 

Sugar is sweet

 

 

 

And so are you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But the Roses are wilting

 

 

 

The violets are dead

 

 

 

The sugar bowl's empty

 

 

 

And so is your head \

[gonpost]

I told you of my adventures throughout the world,

 

 

 

And of my discoveries from afar.

 

 

 

You merely stared at me stunned in disbelief,

 

 

 

Twitching your chin incoherently,

 

 

 

As if you had never heard the truth before.

 

 

 

You used to be so comfortable,

 

 

 

In your charming abode of bliss.

 

 

 

I shattered your faith in all of humanity,

 

 

 

In the blink of an eye.

 

 

 

You have been betrayed,

 

 

 

Your former reality raped before you,

 

 

 

Screaming and writhing as it slowly dies.

 

 

 

You wonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t ever believe again,

 

 

 

In hope or in God,

 

 

 

For they are dead,

 

 

 

Along with your certainty of anything.

 

 

 

Your existence will become an inescapable void,

 

 

 

Your soul scratching for an exit

 

 

 

From the torment of pain that confines you,

 

 

 

And drowns you forever in a meandering river of despair.

 

 

 

Faithlessness will surround you,

 

 

 

And it will become you,

 

 

 

Just as it has become me.

[Kwisatz]

I like certain-themed song lyrics the best, most especially sci-fi/fantasy ones or ones that are just generally mystic and/or awesome. Or cryptic, in this second case is (although people offer their theories).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By silverfish imperetrix, whose incorrupted eye

 

 

 

Sees through the charms of doctors and their wives

 

 

 

By salamander, drake, and the power that was undine

 

 

 

Rise to claim Saturn, ring and sky

 

 

 

By those who see with their eyes close

 

 

 

They know me by my black telescope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your green tree mantle from which these things derive

 

 

 

A lens of quartz and refract spoke that crystal lens

 

 

 

Whose crystal rope once bound me to those

 

 

 

Doctors and wives

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When my vision was oh, so cloudy

 

 

 

And I saw things through two eyes

 

 

 

I am a sailor on the raging depths

 

 

 

And I know a thing or two

 

 

 

Back to the corner mates and over the side

 

 

 

Yes I know a thing or two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By silverfish imperetrix, whose incorrupted eye

 

 

 

Sees through the charms of doctors and their wives

 

 

 

By salamander, drake, and the power that was undine

 

 

 

Rise to claim Saturn, ring and sky

 

 

 

By those who see with their eyes closed

 

 

 

you'll know me by my black telescope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before my great conversion when the ridge was closed

 

 

 

Before my visit to the workshop of telescopes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By silverfish imperetrix, whose incorrupted eye

 

 

 

sees through the charms of doctors and their wives

 

 

 

By salamander, drake, and the power that was undine

 

 

 

Rise to claim Saturn, ring and sky

 

 

 

By those who see with their eyes closed

 

 

 

you'll know me by my black telescope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don McLean - American Pie :wink: )

[Parabola]

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,

 

 

 

The reason why, I cannot tell;

 

 

 

But this I know, and know full well,

 

 

 

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

[Viktorkrum77]

I'm nobody! Who are you?

 

 

 

Are you nobody, too?

 

 

 

Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!

 

 

 

They'd banish us, you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How dreary to be somebody!

 

 

 

How public, like a frog

 

 

 

To tell your name the livelong day

 

 

 

To an admiring bog!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Nobody, Emily [bleep]inson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday upon the stair

 

 

 

I met a man who wasn't there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He wasn't there again today

 

 

 

Oh how I wish he'd go away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Antigonish, William Hughes Mearns

[MyPurpleCrayon]

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."

 

 

 

Said the old man, "I do that too."

 

 

 

The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."

 

 

 

"I do that too," laughed the little old man.

 

 

 

Said the little boy, "I often cry."

 

 

 

The old man nodded, "So do I."

 

 

 

"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems

 

 

 

Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."

 

 

 

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

 

 

 

"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Astralinre]

"I died for beauty" - Emily [bleep]inson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I died for beauty, but was scarce

 

 

 

Adjusted in the tomb,

 

 

 

When one who died for truth was lain

 

 

 

In an adjoining room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He questioned softly why I failed?

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅFor beauty,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[Ragen]

The soldier stood and faced God,

 

 

 

Which must always come to pass,

 

 

 

He hoped his shoes were shining,

 

 

 

Just as brightly as his brass.

 

 

 

"Step forward now, you soldier,

 

 

 

How shall I deal with you?

 

 

 

Have you always turned the other cheek?

 

 

 

To My Church have you been true?"

 

 

 

The soldier squared his shoulders and

 

 

 

said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,

 

 

 

Because those of us who carry guns,

 

 

 

Can't always be a saint.

 

 

 

I've had to work most Sundays,

 

 

 

And at times my talk was tough,

 

 

 

And sometimes I've been violent,

 

 

 

Because the world is awfully rough.

 

 

 

But, I never took a penny

 

 

 

That wasn't mine to keep...

 

 

 

Though I worked a lot of overtime

 

 

 

When the bills got just too steep,

 

 

 

And I never passed a cry for help,

 

 

 

Though at times I shook with fear,

 

 

 

And sometimes, God forgive me,

 

 

 

I've wept unmanly tears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know I don't deserve a place

 

 

 

Among the people here,

 

 

 

They never wanted me around,

 

 

 

Except to calm their fears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you've a place for me here, Lord,

 

 

 

It needn't be so grand,

 

 

 

I never expected or had too much,

 

 

 

But if you don't, I'll understand."

 

 

 

There was a silence all around the throne,

 

 

 

Where the saints had often trod,

 

 

 

As the soldier waited quietly,

 

 

 

For the judgment of his God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Step forward now, you soldier,

 

 

 

You've borne your burdens well,

 

 

 

Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,

 

 

 

You've done your time in Hell."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sgt. Joshua Helterbran

 

 

 

224th Engineer Battalion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaks for itself.

[Astralinre]

One of my favorite poems, and one of the last great epic poems written in the English language, is G.K. Chesterton's The Ballad of the White Horse, about Alfred the Great. The entire poem can be found on Project Gutenburg. Here's a small part of it that has little to do with the full plot, but that has always captured my imagination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Before the Romans lit the land,

 

 

 

When schools and monks were none,

 

 

 

We reared such stones to the sun-god

 

 

 

As might put out the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The tall trees of Britain

 

 

 

We worshipped and were wise,

 

 

 

But you shall raid the whole land through

 

 

 

And never a tree shall talk to you,

 

 

 

Though every leaf is a tongue taught true

 

 

 

And the forest is full of eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"On one round hill to the seaward

 

 

 

The trees grow tall and grey

 

 

 

And the trees talk together

 

 

 

When all men are away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"O'er a few round hills forgotten

 

 

 

The trees grow tall in rings,

 

 

 

And the trees talk together

 

 

 

Of many pagan things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yet I could lie and listen

 

 

 

With a cross upon my clay,

 

 

 

And hear unhurt for ever

 

 

 

What the trees of Britain say."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you want to look up the poem, Book 3: The Harp of Alfred is, in my humble opinion, the best part.

[Pete_the_Viscous]

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

 

 

 

There's always Pooh and Me.

 

 

 

Whatever I do, he wants to do,

 

 

 

"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:

 

 

 

"Well that's very odd 'cos I was too.

 

 

 

"Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.

 

 

 

"Let's go together," says Pooh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'What's twice eleven?' I said to Pooh,

 

 

 

('Twice what?' said Pooh to Me)

 

 

 

' I think it ought to be twenty-two.'

 

 

 

'Just what I think my self,' said Pooh.

 

 

 

'It wasn't an easy sum to do,

 

 

 

But that's what it is,' said Pooh, said he.

 

 

 

'That's what it is,' said Pooh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Let's look for dragons,' I said to Pooh.

 

 

 

'Yes, let's,' said Pooh to Me.

 

 

 

We crossed the river and found a few--

 

 

 

'Yes, these are dragons all right,' said Pooh.

 

 

 

'As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.

 

 

 

That's what they are,' said Pooh, said he.

 

 

 

'That's what they are,' said Pooh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

 

 

 

There's always Pooh and Me.

 

 

 

'What would I do?' I said to Pooh,

 

 

 

'If it wasn't for you,' and Pooh said:

 

 

 

'True,

 

 

 

it isn't much fun for One, but Two

 

 

 

Can stick together,' says Pooh, says he.

 

 

 

'That's how it is,' says Pooh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

--A.A. Milne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In fact, A.A. Milne in general is one of my Favourite Poets. I say this every time, but I think a lot of children's poetry (i.e. poetry written for children) is really very good. In a strange way, children have higher standards than a lot of adults, in that if the poem doesn't have some sort of euphony, they're not going to be interested (usually).

[warri0r45]

 

The soldier stood and faced God,

 

 

 

Which must always come to pass,

 

 

 

He hoped his shoes were shining,

 

 

 

Just as brightly as his brass.

 

 

 

"Step forward now, you soldier,

 

 

 

How shall I deal with you?

 

 

 

Have you always turned the other cheek?

 

 

 

To My Church have you been true?"

 

 

 

The soldier squared his shoulders and

 

 

 

said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,

 

 

 

Because those of us who carry guns,

 

 

 

Can't always be a saint.

 

 

 

I've had to work most Sundays,

 

 

 

And at times my talk was tough,

 

 

 

And sometimes I've been violent,

 

 

 

Because the world is awfully rough.

 

 

 

But, I never took a penny

 

 

 

That wasn't mine to keep...

 

 

 

Though I worked a lot of overtime

 

 

 

When the bills got just too steep,

 

 

 

And I never passed a cry for help,

 

 

 

Though at times I shook with fear,

 

 

 

And sometimes, God forgive me,

 

 

 

I've wept unmanly tears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know I don't deserve a place

 

 

 

Among the people here,

 

 

 

They never wanted me around,

 

 

 

Except to calm their fears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you've a place for me here, Lord,

 

 

 

It needn't be so grand,

 

 

 

I never expected or had too much,

 

 

 

But if you don't, I'll understand."

 

 

 

There was a silence all around the throne,

 

 

 

Where the saints had often trod,

 

 

 

As the soldier waited quietly,

 

 

 

For the judgment of his God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Step forward now, you soldier,

 

 

 

You've borne your burdens well,

 

 

 

Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,

 

 

 

You've done your time in Hell."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sgt. Joshua Helterbran

 

 

 

224th Engineer Battalion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaks for itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bloody brilliant. :cry:

[Plectrum]

RUSSIAN:

 

 

 

ÃÆÃ

[Sumpta]

 

 

 

The More Loving One

 

 

 

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

 

 

 

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

 

 

 

But on earth indifference is the least

 

 

 

We have to dread from man or beast.

 

 

 

How should we like it were stars to burn

 

 

 

With a passion for us we could not return?

 

 

 

If equal affection cannot be,

 

 

 

Let the more loving one be me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Admirer as I think I am

 

 

 

Of stars that do not give a damn,

 

 

 

I cannot, now I see them, say

 

 

 

I missed one terribly all day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Were all stars to disappear or die,

 

 

 

I should learn to look at an empty sky

 

 

 

And feel its total dark sublime,

 

 

 

Though this might take me a little time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

 

 

 

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

 

 

 

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

 

 

 

Of night and light and the half light,

 

 

 

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

 

 

 

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

 

 

 

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

 

 

 

Tread softly for you tread on my dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also love the musicality of Tennyson's Lady of Shalott.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edit: I can't believe Tip.It's filter actually blocks phrases used by respectable poets!

[Loge_05]

Maybe this is bringing down the tone, but here is a song from one of the greatest films ever:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We're Knights of the Round Table.

 

 

 

We dance whene'er we're able.

 

 

 

We do routines and chorus scenes

 

 

 

With footwork impeccable.

 

 

 

We dine well here in Camelot.

 

 

 

We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.

 

 

 

We're Knights of the Round Table.

 

 

 

Our shows are formidable,

 

 

 

But many times we're given rhymes

 

 

 

That are quite unsingable.

 

 

 

We're opera mad in Camelot.

 

 

 

We sing from the diaphragm a lot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In war we're tough and able,

 

 

 

Quite indefatigable.

 

 

 

Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable.

 

 

 

It's a busy life in Camelot.

 

 

 

I have to push the pram a lot.

[dacona]

when ur bullied dont get worried

 

 

 

dont get stressed

 

 

 

dont get depressed

 

 

 

you get the good jobs

 

 

 

not these sleazy yobs

 

 

 

the bullies are taking you for a ride

 

 

 

but dont commit suicide

 

 

 

there just bad

 

 

 

so dont get sad

 

 

 

when they yell

 

 

 

just go and tell!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

like my rap! im giving advise lol

[assassin_696]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaks for itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bloody brilliant. :cry:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One i've been extensively studying in english recently. Incredibly clever hidden meaning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ozymandias

 

 

 

I met a traveller from an antique land

 

 

 

Who said:ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ã

[dave0293]

Roses are Red

 

 

 

Voilets are Blue

 

 

 

Sugar is sweet

 

 

 

And so are you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But the Roses are wilting

 

 

 

The violets are dead

 

 

 

The sugar bowl's empty

 

 

 

And so is your head \

 

 

 

oo i havent seen that before. gotta try it. \

[magekillr]

Emily [bleep]enson's "A Narrow Fellow in the Grass"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i did a prose analysis on that poem and entered it into a contest and won :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

other than that...i don't like poetry...but thanks to 11th grade english i can find interesting connotations in things. like in [bleep]enson's poem..i wrote that it was about sexual relations with a man...possibly a virgin

[Flametrooper]

Hmmm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whose woods these are I think I know

 

 

 

His house is in the village, though.

 

 

 

He will not see me stopping here

 

 

 

to watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My little horse must think it queer

 

 

 

To stop without a farmhouse near

 

 

 

Between the woods and frozen lake,

 

 

 

The darkest evening of the year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

 

 

 

To ask if there is some mistake

 

 

 

The only other sound's the sweep

 

 

 

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

 

 

 

But I have promises to keep

 

 

 

And miles to go before I sleep

 

 

 

and miles to go before I sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT: Dammmmmmmmmmmiittttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stupid censor! I mean, just saying "qu33r" with e's instead of 3's in a poem is no big offense to anyone, is it? I mean, it was common language in the day this was written... :evil: