Favourite poem ever?!

[Immenseman]

Yeah, what's your favourite poem ever.

Mine is Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman by Wordsworth. I like poems that reflect society at the time with a lot of room to interpret. Wordsworth is by far my favourite poet.

Link to mine; http://www.readprint.com/work-1552/William-Wordsworth

[VelvetClover]

Yeah, what's your favourite poem ever.

Mine is Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman by Wordsworth. I like poems that reflect society at the time with a lot of room to interpret. Wordsworth is by far my favourite poet.

Link to mine; http://www.readprint.com/work-1552/William-Wordsworth

Daffodils by Wordsworth is a lovely poem.

My favourite poem though, would have to be "If" by Rudyard Kipling.

[FlyingJesus]

Ballad of the Bedroom Feast by Tom Hopkins is the best thing ever written irl

[Mathew]

The last time I read a poem was probably back in Junior school when we had to do the limericks and the rest of them.. I'm not a very poetic person. :P

However.. I'll be needing to do something with them for the next piece of English GCSE Coursework.. can't say I'm looking forward to it :rolleyes:

[Immenseman]

The last time I read a poem was probably back in Junior school when we had to do the limericks and the rest of them.. I'm not a very poetic person. :P

However.. I'll be needing to do something with them for the next piece of English GCSE Coursework.. can't say I'm looking forward to it :rolleyes:
Fun fun fun. It's as fun as you make it Matt :)

[Neversoft]

I don't really read poems too often, so I don't know any good ones. However, I'll take this opportunity to mention that a poem I wrote in school got published in a book called 'Great Minds from the Eastern Counties'. :eusa_danc Ever since that moment I have longed to see my work published once again!

[Catzsy]

For inspiration it has to be:

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.


Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.


Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.


Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.


You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.


Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.


With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

It was written in 1952 by Max Ehrmann

Also Dante's poems about Beatrice which inspired 'The Devine Comedy' and also inspired Pre-Raphelite, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, to immortalise her in his wonderful paintings which are also favourites of mine some of which can in Birmingham Art Gallery.

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[Nixt]

Yeah, what's your favourite poem ever.

Mine is Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman by Wordsworth. I like poems that reflect society at the time with a lot of room to interpret. Wordsworth is by far my favourite poet.

Link to mine; http://www.readprint.com/work-1552/William-Wordsworth

That is a brilliant piece and as you say is a wonderful reflection of society and the elderly when Wordsworth was around. I also really like the poem you posted, Rosie. It's a very motivational poem I think :).

I personally don't have a favourite poem. I always seem to find a poem I really like but come across another that is brilliantly written and has a new effect on me. I really enjoy poems and short stories written by Edgar Allen Poe, whom I discovered recently. He is a very famous author and I like his darker work. Everyone knows The Raven (http://www.online-literature.com/poe/335/) for example :).

[Mrs.McCall]

Mine is a sad one but i find it rather beauitful.

It's called How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

[Immenseman]

That is a brilliant piece and as you say is a wonderful reflection of society and the elderly when Wordsworth was around. I also really like the poem you posted, Rosie. It's a very motivational poem I think :).

I personally don't have a favourite poem. I always seem to find a poem I really like but come across another that is brilliantly written and has a new effect on me. I really enjoy poems and short stories written by Edgar Allen Poe, whom I discovered recently. He is a very famous author and I like his darker work. Everyone knows The Raven (http://www.online-literature.com/poe/335/) for example :).

Just had my Literature exam about it :8

[Sfinx]

I dont know who wrote it but i found this poem in a church in York and i fell in love with it .



Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripend grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning hush
I am that swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave
and cry
I am not there
I did not die


I love this poem

[GrandTheftAudio]

Really long but it's about Christmas. Which always makes me smile. :)



The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain.
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hooker's Green.

The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that villagers can say
'The Church looks nice' on Christmas Day.

Provincial public houses blaze
And Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'

And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.

And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad,
And Christmas morning bells say 'Come!'
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.

And is it true? and is it true?
The most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me?

And is it true? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant.

No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare -
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives to-day in Bread and Wine.

[Catzsy]

I dont know who wrote it but i found this poem in a church in York and i fell in love with it .



I love this poem

Yes it is a amazingly sensitive poem that comforts and brings out emotions.
It was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye a housewife from Baltimore.

[Grig]

My favourite, is quite a sad one linked to love, namely 'Tonight I can Write' by Pablo Neruda. Very touching poem. I also love how Neruda really juxtaposes the nature of being vast and infinite, with the love which is finite.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

[Misawa]

It's not fancy, just hard hitting, and I always think it would make a great THINK commercial if read by a girl over just one shot that closes in on a crash.


I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it,
Mom Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.


I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"
So I love you and good-bye.
This was sent to me by email. I found it so very powerfull, I have added it to this site. In the hope that even if it stops one person drinking and driving then it has meant something.




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[GrandTheftAudio]

^
That brought a tear to my eye. :(

[brandon]

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

[Misawa]

Eugh, I hate that poem. Purely because I studied it for an A-Level project a few years ago.

[Fez]

Alan Seeger "Rendezvous with death"

I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

[Catzsy]

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Another very inspirational poem. Great choice! :)

[Inseriousity.]

I got that poem as a chain mail about 5 times so it started to annoy me! It was sad the first time though. :(

I don't really have a favourite poem but I like 'Education for Leisure' which used to be in the AQA anthology (they took it out - 'promotes knife crime' - but that's why I liked it). Carol Ann Duffy's the Poet Laurete (sp?) now.


It's not fancy, just hard hitting, and I always think it would make a great THINK commercial if read by a girl over just one shot that closes in on a crash.


I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it,
Mom Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.


I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"
So I love you and good-bye.
This was sent to me by email. I found it so very powerfull, I have added it to this site. In the hope that even if it stops one person drinking and driving then it has meant something.




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