Favorite Poems

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penandpaper67

RagdollBunny

The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. Nonsense is fun!

I analyzed that poem last year! I love it and Lewis Carroll is awesome!

He's such a fun poet. I personally prefer The Walrus and the Carpenter to The Jabberwocky.  

[Empress Raven Vulcana]

AmenthystMoon

groovygrishma

AmenthystMoon

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.

I don't know what he's implying with the first line... The first green is gold... Autumn before Spring? The cyclical aspect of nature?

I like the poem smile

i vaguely remember analyzing it, i think the 1st line refers to the golden tones in the morning, you know how when the very first suns rays hit anything, they sort of shine a rich sun-gold. something like that b/c in the 2nd to last line "dawn goes down to day" so once the 1st rays are gone and the day really begins, everything goes to it's normal color, and the gold is lost to the regualr old daylight

We read this as an accompanying piece to The Outsiders. Since.. well.. it is in the book..
It is a mirror of human life, and how brief it is. Just as Leaves change color so quickly that the first shade of Green is considered as precious as gold, but they die off before you get the chance to really admire them.
The last line is kind of an image that good things always go away first, kind of like the phrase "Only the good die young."  

[Alexanderpia]

My favorite has got to be the famous "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe. It's somewhat lengthy and widely used, but it's well worth it.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/#

I love how he uses such descriptive language. I swear, this poem makes me cry every time I read it. My favorite line is...

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.

I italli.'d a funky wordplay. : )  

[oxyJ3N]

I would have to say my favorite poet would be John Donne. Although, I do like Shakespeare's work, I consider him a cheater because of how he would take out too many letters to fix his stresses; they weren't even conclusive, just random to fit the standard.

I love the poem, "A Lecture Upon The Shadow"

Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
These three hours that we have spent,
Walking here, two shadows went
Along with us, which we ourselves produc'd.
But, now the sun is just above our head,
We do those shadows tread,
And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd.
So whilst our infant loves did grow,
Disguises did, and shadows, flow
From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so.
That love has not attain'd the high'st degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see.

Except our loves at this noon stay,
We shall new shadows make the other way.
As the first were made to blind
Others, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline,
To me thou, falsely, thine,
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadows wear away,
But these grow longer all the day;
But oh, love's day is short, if love decay.
Love is a growing, or full constant light,
And his first minute, after noon, is night.  

[invisibleninja159]

Billy Collins is one of my favroites and i write poems too i think mine are pretty cool you can check them out on my Journal or the Arenas!  

[Colonel T-Bone]

xAngelxKissedx

Umm . . . I don't remember the title or the author, but it goes something like this,

If you're a bird, be an early bird,
And catch the worm for your plate,
If you're a bird, be an early bird,
But if you're a worm, sleep late.

It's used in Inkheart. I've probably heard better poetry, but I can't really remember any. This is my favorite out of all the ones I can remember, though.

The above is by Shel Silvrstein and is called "Early Bird"

As for my favorite poem I don't have ONE, but I can provide a short list:

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Sonnet - To Science!
Jabberwocky
Mother to Son  

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Charles Bukowski
Michael Ondaatje (Collected Works of Billy the Kid)
George Eliot (The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock)
Joy Kogawa (anything...but if you have to search, search What I remember of the Evacuation)
Edgar Allen Poe
Percy Shelley

If you really want, you could always try the Canterbury Tales (Chaucer), but I highly recommend Ondaatje.  

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burden_upon_society

Charles Bukowski
Michael Ondaatje (Collected Works of Billy the Kid)
George Eliot (The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock)
Joy Kogawa (anything...but if you have to search, search What I remember of the Evacuation)
Edgar Allen Poe
Percy Shelley

If you really want, you could always try the Canterbury Tales (Chaucer), but I highly recommend Ondaatje.

This is one of Ondaatje's from The Collected Works of Billy the Kid. This is one of my favourites.


You know hunters
are the gentlest
anywhere in the world

they halt caterpillars
from path dangers
lift a
drowning moth from a bowl
remarkable in peace

in the same way assassins
come to chaos neutral.

This is another from the same book.

His stomach was warm
remembered this when I put my hand into
a pot of lukewarm tea to wash it out
dragging out the stomach to get the bullet
he wanted to see when taking tea
with Sallie Chisum in Paris Texas

With Sallie Chisum in Paris Texas
he wanted to see when taking tea
dragging out the stomach to get the bullet
a pot of luke warm tea to wash it out
remembered this when I put my hand into
his stomach was warm.  

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groovygrishma

AmenthystMoon

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.

I don't know what he's implying with the first line... The first green is gold... Autumn before Spring? The cyclical aspect of nature?

I like the poem smile

I'm pretty sure it's "gold" as in precious. It's more of a play on meaning and allusion than literal definition.  

[EstoPerpetua]

I love Robert Frost, Tennyson, and Whitman.

"Nothing Gold Can Stay" is good, but I like "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening", "Fire and Ice", or "The Road Not Taken" better.

"I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

People don't talk like that anymore. It really is beautiful.  

[Farthingale]

Much as it might seem an overtly predictable move to choose a Shakespearean sonnet, I can't think of another poem which so perfectly encapsulates my views on love as Sonnet 116. Not only in content, but in attitude.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is not shaken:
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Loves's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom,
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Anyone who has been in a relationship where passion burns strong enough to run both partners to the edge of "doom" and back into the warmth of each other's embrace without hesitation can understand these sentiments.