Favorite poem?

[chatnoir1311]

I really love (like some other members) The Raven by E.A.Poe, "Ode to Joy" by Schiller and "The Prophet" by Alexandr Puschkin :

Parched with the spirit's thirst, I crossed
An endless desert sunk in gloom,
And a six-winged seraph came
Where the tracks met and I stood lost.
Fingers light as dream he laid
Upon my lids; I opened wide
My eagle eyes, and gazed around.
He laid his fingers on my ears
And they were filled with roaring sound:
I heard the music of the spheres,
The flight of angels through the skies,
The beasts that crept beneath the sea,
The heady uprush of the vine;
And, like a lover kissing me,
He rooted out this tongue of mine
Fluent in lies and vanity;
He tore my fainting lips apart
And, with his right hand steeped in blood,
He armed me with a serpent's dart;
With his bright sword he split my breast;
My heart leapt to him with a bound;
A glowing livid coal he pressed
Into the hollow of the wound.
There in the desert I lay dead,
And God called out to me and said:
'Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,
And let my works be seen and heard
By all who turn aside from me,
And burn them with my fiery word.'

1827

[Satirical]

Got to be the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Coleridge, beautiful.

[YellowCrayola]

I withdraw my entry from 09-21-2005. Sorry. My favorite poem is actually Annabel Lee, by EAP.

[blp]

If You, by Robert Creeley, is my current favourite:

If you were going to get a pet
What kind of animal would you get?

A soft-bodied dog, a hen
Feathers and fur to begin it again

when the sun goes down and it gets dark
I saw an animal in a park

Bring it home to give it to you
I have seen animals break in two

You were looking for something soft
And loyal and clean and wondrously careful

a form of otherwise vicious habit
could have long ears and be called a rabbit

Dead died will die want
Morning midnight I asked you

If you were going to get a pet
What kind of animal would you get?

[volvoreta]

It's not my favourite poems, but it's by one of my favourite poets, Rosalia de Castro
Once upon a time I had
a nail nailed unto my heart,
and no longer remember if gold,
iron, or love the nail was.
I only know it so deeply hurt me,
so much it tormented me,
that night and day, with no pause I cried
like Magdalene at the Passion cried,
“Oh Lord, You who everything can do,
-I prayed to God once-
give me courage to, such a nail
with a single pull take out.
And God did, I took it out,
But … Who would have thought?
Then I did not feel tormented,
did not know what suffering was;
knew only something was missing
where that nail missing was,
and it seems, it seems I longed
for that sorrow … Oh, Good Lord!
This mortal clay wrapping the spirit
Who will understand it, Lord …!

[veronic]

Adore this one:

Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now ?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall nature cease to bow ?

Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving -
Come back and dwell with me -

I know my mountain breezes
Enchant annd soothe thee still -
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will -

When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolotry -

I've watched thee every hour -
I know my mighty sway -
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away -

Few hearts to mortal given
On earth so wildly pine
Yet none would ask a Heaven
More like this Earth than thine -

Then let my winds caress thee -
Thy comrade let me be -
Since nought beside can bless thee
Return and dwell with me -

Emily Bronte

[Psycheinaboat]

I have loved poetry since childhood, and it is too difficult to narrow it down to one favorite.

I am not a huge fan of Emily Dickinson, but here is my fav. by her.

Because I could not stop for Death (712)
by Emily Dickinson


Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –


Get more Emily (and other poetry) here...

http://www.poets.org/

[kev73107]

because of her masterful use of language...

Metaphors

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with it's yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
-- Sylvia Plath

[yellowfeverlime]

Sadly, my favorite poem is my own:

http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=13666

[geetanjali]

A Man's requirements - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Old Stoic - Emily Bronte
How Do I Love Thee- Elizabeth Barret Browning
Kubla Khan- S.T.Coleridge

[Monkey Queen]

This is my first proper post, I'm afraid although I love poetry I can tell you guys are way ahead of me in a literary sense! But I'm really glad I've found this site to improve my knowledge.

My favourite poem is

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 every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
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.

[subterranean]

This one recently becomes one of my favs:

i like my body when it is with your by e.e. cummings


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

[yellowfeverlime]

My favorite's are in the links on my signiature, but this one is OKAY:

The Perfect Day
I feel the wind
as it makes its way
i feel the sun
because it's a really hot day
i feel the rain
as it pounds the hard ground
i try to look up
but it forces me back down
i feel the rough ground
under my bare feet
i looked down
and see the raging waves
the blue and gray clashing together
the sharp rocks
creating mini tidal waves
i see a seagull
swiftly move above the water
as it picks up it's dinner in one quick move
i watch the lightning
making it's way to the ground
i hear the thunder
i suddenly turn around
i see my parents,
and their tear streaked faces,
running to wards me with incredible speed
i close my eyes
and start to fall back wards
as i reopen my eyes
i see my mom
on her knees
praying to me or the sun
i hit the rocks
with such great force
the last thing i heard
was my mother's scream
oh... what a perfect day...
for a suicide

Thanks for reading!!! Please Comment Thanks!!!
~Stevie~

[Darlin]

Monkey Queen, that's an excellent poem, one of my favorites. I like both the Browning’s.

Another of my favorites is Edgar Allen Poe's the Bells which is so rhythmic I used to love to recite it. I like a lot of his poems, the Raven, Annabel Lee, really good stuff.

And welcome to the group!

[Darlin]

This one recently becomes one of my favs:

i like my body when it is with your by e.e. cummings


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

Good choice, subterranean! I love e e cummings especially 'if ups the word' though I'm not sure on that title - it's one of my very favorites. I'll have to find it and post it. Also, 'in just spring', not sure of that title either but it's so light and fun.