Favorite poem?

[white camellia]

For lo! thy law is passed
That this my love should manifestly be
To serve and honor thee;
And so I do; and my delight is full,
Accepted for the servant of thy rule.

“Without almost, I am all rapturous,
Since thus my will was set
To serve, thou flower of joy, thine excellence;
Nor ever seems it anything could rouse
A pain or regret,
But on thee dwells mine every thought and sense;
Considering that from thee all virtues spread
As from a fountain head,—
That in thy gift is wisdom’s best avail,
And honor without fail;
With whom each sovereign good dwells separate,
Fulfilling the perfection of thy state.

“Lady, since I conceived
That pleasurable aspect in my heart,
My life has been apart
In shining brightness and the place of truth;
Which till that time, good sooth,
Groped among shadows in a darken’d place,
Where many hours and days
It hardly ever had remember’d good.
But now my servitude
Is thine, and I am full of joy and rest.
A man from a wild beast
Thou madest me, since for thy love I lived.

[quasimodo1]

To White camellia: OK, who is the author?

[sherlock]

i like the raven

[Fawkes]

Hi, I'm new here! Thought I share one of my favorites poems:

"Hope' is the thing with feathers"

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of Me

Emily Dickinson

[quasimodo1]

Welcome to the litnet Fawkes. quasimodo1

[mukta581]

How Do We Mend A Broken Heart

How do we mend our broken hearts,
When our loved one has been untrue,
Surrounded with lies and deception,
After hearing the words I love only you.

Self esteem is now at an all time low,
Confidence has taken wings and flew,
Your trust in love has been shattered,
Now alone in a world with just you.

Falling tears that you cried leave you empty,
Your faith once so strong is now weak,
The love that you fought and sacrificed for,
Leaves you devastated and unable to speak.

The words keep haunting you day after day,
All the stories you once thought were true,
Asking yourself the same question once more,
Now what on earth shall I do.

Cracks and holes have pierced through your heart,
From someone who had claimed to love you,
Seem so slow in becoming whole once again,
But heal faster from what you can do!

Do not sit alone contemplating your past,
Self pity has hooks made of steel,
Hold your head way up high when your walking,
Be thankful no more hurt will you feel.

And please do not ever give up on love,
Take the lessons you've learned and be wise,
Make certain when someone says they love you,
It will not bring about your demise!

There are men and women who are genuine and true,
Who've been victims of lies and deceit,
So never give up on your dreams for happiness,
A true love is waiting just for you to meet!

[mukta581]

If It’s Okay With You

You are the love of a lifetime
I’ve always wanted as mine.”
You are everything I’ve ever wanted
and so much more than that,
and my heart tells me every second
of every minute
of every hour
of every day
that “you are the special soul mate
I always hoped I’d find.
You are the one perfect person in my life,
everything I always hoped for… my secret
dream that swept me off my feet and really
did come true.
You have the warmth of the morning sun in
your spirit, and you have a gentle soul that
I always want to be close to. I deeply, dearly,
and happily love you,” and I will until the end of time.
“And there will never be a day when I will
take even one moment of that joy and that
sweetness for granted.” You make a certain sense
of tranquility embed itself in my mind, and you
make me feel like a better person. I will never ask
for anything more from you, because you are the best
how you are, right here, right now. “I know what a
gift you are… and I want you to know it, too.
You have an amazing way of touching
my heart, and you have a way of turning
every day into a time and a place where
the nicest feelings and the deepest gratitude
all come together. I have such an immense
amount of thanks and appreciation for all this.”
You are truly the best thing that has ever
happened to me, and I could never ask for
anything else, because there is nothing in the
entire world that could make me happier
than you do when I’m around you.
You are the only one for me,
“and if it’s okay with you,
I’d love to go on loving you
forever.”

[quasimodo1]

HYMN TO APOLLO
God of the golden bow,
And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Charioteer
Of the patient year,
Where---where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,
Thy laurel, thy glory,
The light of thy story,
Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death?
O Delphic Apollo!

The Thunderer grasp'd and grasp'd,
The Thunderer frown'd and frown'd;
The eagle's feathery mane
For wrath became stiffen'd---the sound
Of breeding thunder
Went drowsily under,
Muttering to be unbound.
O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm?
Why touch thy soft lute
Till the thunder was mute,
Why was I not crush'd---such a pitiful germ?
O Delphic Apollo!

The Pleiades were up,
Watching the silent air;
The seeds and roots in Earth
Were swelling for summer fare;
The Ocean, its neighbour,
Was at his old labour,
When, who---who did dare
To tie for a moment, thy plant round his brow,
And grin and look proudly,
And blaspheme so loudly,
And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now?
O Delphic Apollo!

[protagonist]

my favourite poem is below and my favourite poet is Emily Dickenson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

[Pensive]

my favourite poem is below and my favourite poet is Emily Dickenson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

I like this one.

[mukta581]

My haert is broken!!!!

My heart is broken
and i am torn
between my life
between my all

my heart is broken
my life is gone
all my dreams
everything crushed

my heart is broken
in a million places
living alone
a lonely life

my heart is broken
without you here
my heart is broken
like never before

[1n50mn14]

Fred Cogswell- The Butterfly

[Dori]

A pretty boy --- with an auctioneer.
Bargaining there, I fancy.

Written by the Roman poet Catullus.

[Igetanotion]

Hi everyone, I'm new here! (I've been visiting the site for quite some time, but I've just now joined the forums)
This is my favorite
it is by Yousef Komunyakaa

"We Never Know"

He danced with tall grass
for a moment, like he was swaying
with a woman. Our gun barrels
glowed white-hot.
When I got to him,
a blue halo
of flies had already claimed him.
I pulled the crumbed photograph
from his fingers.
There's no other way
to say this: I fell in love.
The morning cleared again,
except for a distant mortar
& somewhere choppers taking off.
I slid the wallet into his pocket
& turned him over, so he wouldn't be
kissing the ground.

and also this one by Thomas Lux
"Refrigerator 1957"
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out
and on the shelves: not a lot,
and what there is (a boiled potato
in a bag, a chicken carcass
under foil) looking dispirited,
drained, mugged. This is not
a place to go in hope or hunger.
But, just to the right of the middle
of the middle door shelf, on fire, a lit-from-within red,
heart red, sexual red, wet neon red,
shining red in their liquid, exotic,
aloof, slumming
in such company: a jar
of maraschino cherries. Three-quarters
full, fiery globes, like strippers
at a church social. Maraschino cherries, maraschino,
the only foreign word I knew. Not once
did I see these cherries employed: not
in a drink, nor on top
of a glob of ice cream,
or just pop one in your mouth. Not once.
The same jar there through an entire
childhood of dull dinners -- bald meat,
pocked peas and, see above,
boiled potatoes. Maybe
they came over from the old country,
family heirlooms, or were status symbols
bought with a piece of the first paycheck
from a sweatshop,
which beat the pig farm in Bohemia,
handed down from my grandparents
to my parents
to be someday mine,
then my child's?
They were beautiful
and, if I never ate one,
it was because I knew it might be missed
or because I knew it would not be replaced
and because you do not eat
that which rips your heart with joy.

[mukta581]

Grace Of God!!!!!

Surround me Gods.
Gods are worshipped by me.
As I sit in a room.
Looking am at all the posters.
Posters of gods and goddesses.
Colourful being the posters.
As colourful is the colour of worshipping.
Different being the ways of worshipping.
Goal being the same.
Which is to impress through impressions created by us in the eyes of god.
Look us for ways to impress the almighty.
Use us prayers to pray.
So we can reach the gods.
Gods who are listeners of our needs.
Needs which need fulfillment.
As he is all we got.
Got as he is our guide.
Guide for our guidance.
Guidance required to help us.
Help us through rocky patches.
Patches patch as it is life.
Life being a blessing.
Of one who blessed us.
To live and survive.
As we are needed to learn from life.
Which is a blessing.
Given to us by the one known as creator.
Creator of creations.
Which surround me.