Your Favorite Poems

[Sakib]

half caste by John Agard is a gr8 poem

[MCT]

half caste by John Agard is a gr8 poem

Try posting it then.

[journey]

"Peace" - James Kavanaugh

In a complex and often confusing world
When life's details
Get in the way of living
And mounting worries
Crowd out simple beauty
Of snow and silence
Fresh water and flowers
When tragedy strikes without warning
And suffering arrives unannounced
Then most of all
We must cling to what is truly beautiful
Children, love, laughter, dreams
Wisdom, wonder, all that friendship means
Rearranging priorities, and taking time
To discover what is alien
What is really mine
'Tis then confusion softens, storms cease
'Tis then decends the gift of private peace
May such peace surround our lives
And fill our space
May peace transform our hearts
And thus our race.

[D]

My personal favorite is Lord Byron

TO ANNE? ?BY LORD BYRON:

 
? ?
Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous:

I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you;

But Woman is made to command and deceive us--

I look'd in your face, and I almost forgave you.



I vow'd I could ne'er for a moment respect you,

Yet thought that a day's separation was long;

When we met, I determined again to suspect you--

Your smile soon convinced me _suspicion_ was wrong.



I swore, in a transport of young indignation,

With fervent contempt evermore to disdain you:

I saw you--my _anger_ became _admiration_;

And now, all my wish, all my hope's to regain you.




With beauty like yours, oh, how vain the contention!

Thus lowly I sue for forgiveness before you;--

At once to conclude such a fruitless dissension,

Be false, my sweet Anne, when I cease to adore you!

[journey]

"Laughing Down Lonely Canyons" - James Kavanaugh

Fear corrodes my dreams tonight and mist has greyed my hills
Mountains seem too tall to climb, December winds are chill
There's no comfort on the earth, I am a child abandoned
Till I feel your hand in mine
And laugh down lonely canyons

Snow has bent the trees in grief, my summer dreams are dead
Flowers are but ghostly stalks, the clouds drift dull as lead
There's no solace in the sky, I am a child abandoned
Till we chase the dancing moon
And laugh down lonely canyons

Birds have all gone south too soon and frogs refuse to sing
Deer lie hidden in the woods, the trout asleep till spring
There's no wisdom in the wind, I am a child abandoned
Till we race across the fields
And laugh down lonely canyons

Darkness comes too soon tonight, the trees are silent scars
Rivers rage against the rocks and snow conceals the stars
There's no music in the air, I am a child abandoned
Till I feel my hand in yours
And laugh down lonely canyons

[MCT]

Get Drunk

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

--Charles Baudelaire--

Not sure if that's the proper version or not...

[Vicious Wishes]

This is the way the world will end
This is the way the world will end
This is the way the world will end
Not with a bang but with a wimper

[journey]

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872?1906)

Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
? ?When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
? ?When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals?
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
? ?Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
? ?And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting?
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
? ?When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,?
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
? ?But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings?
I know why the caged bird sings!

[Jessica]

This last one made me cry Journey, it's beautiful and meaningful to me.

[journey]

This last one made me cry Journey, it's beautiful and meaningful to me.

It's one of my favorites, and it means a lot to me also.



Ben Jonson (1572?1637)

The Hourglass

Consider this small dust here running in the glass,
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this the body was
Of one that loved?
And in his mistress' flame, playing like a fly,
Turned to cinders by her eye:
Yes; and in death, as life, unblessed,
To have it expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.

[journey]

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night;
    Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
    As sunlight on a stream;
       Come back in tears,
O memory of hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
    Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
    Where thirsting longing eyes
        Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
    My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
    Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
        Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
 

[Doc Emmett Brown]

Eye halve a spelling chequer. It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word and weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write. It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid. It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite. Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it. I am shore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect in it's weight. My chequer tolled me sew.

Sauce Unknown       (Reader's Digest.)

[Prometheus]

Eye halve a spelling chequer. It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word and weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write. It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid. It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite. Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it. I am shore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect in it's weight. My chequer tolled me sew.

Sauce Unknown       (Reader's Digest.)

my lover has returned.........ohh  how i have missed you so.........

[journey]

PROMETHEUS AMID HURRICANE AND EARTHQUAKE (from "Prometheus Bound")

by: Aeschylus

ARTH is rocking in space!
And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar,
And the eddying lightnings flash fire in my face,
And the whirlwinds are whirling the dust round and round--
And the blasts of the winds universal leap free
And blow each other upon each, with a passion of sound,
And ?ther goes mingling in storm with the sea!
Such a curse on my head, in a manifest dread,
From the hand of your Zeus has been hurtled along!
O my mother's fair glory! O ?ther, enringing
All eyes with the sweet common light of thy bringing,
Dost see how I suffer this wrong?

[journey]

BLANK BEAUTY

Beautiful blank pages
kiss our
imaginations
with backgrounds
that demand precision.

Our black letters cross
on tightrope lines,
curving
without wavering
across deep, invisible currents.

These beautiful blank pages
are promises of our
reflections.
Our gentlest strokes
of darkness upon light.


 - Writer's Journal

[Jessica]

Karma

John Llewellyn

I remember so many things
and forget more than I recall.
The frenzied crowd hydra-headed
reminds me of the colosseum.
Intake of breath,
the roar of the lion's passion
unleashed.
The hot sun, cohesive crowd
that other beast of appetites
insatiable.
I remember mobs at Munich
and other crowds.
Puppets of power
men in the mass
impelled and caught
insanity of the hour.
Christ on the cross
martyrs burning and Jews bleeding;
always the mob derisory.
A blade of grass
one of many fortifies me.
A mountain peak
restores my hope
when I recall the strange story
of its beginning and final glory.

[Miss-Aussie]

This is a poem that i wrote about 3 months ago !!! 


Swallowed in the depths of unmoving depression
My soul lies in a dark pit of aggression,
My spirit has passed and I don?t care if I die
For I wish not another day would go by,
I cannot overcome my feeling of sorrow
For I am in a deep dark hole where there is no tomorrow,
Happiness never comes and emotional torture never goes
Silence is my way, so not a single heart or soul knows,
My thoughts cannot be pushed aside
I know this for 5 years I have tried,
It haunts it tortures
My soul is in flames my body it scorches,
Words cannot describe the darkness I feel
For I died along time ago and happiness is not real,
My life is a dead end to which I can not turn around
Darkness made sure I kept falling to the ground,
I crave love I pray for happiness
But I have fallen to far? I have plunged into deapness,
I hope that one day I will live again
Darkness behind me and my new life will begin

[Miss-Aussie]

Another Poem written by me

What am I to do with a broken heart
As I remember your touch I fall apart,
You held me close and every inch of my body would melt
Words can?t describe the love I felt,
Together we were one
The love I feel for you cannot be undone,
Our body?s were close the heat was rising
As I recall those moments I find myself crying,
Your hands would caress every sensitive part of my being
I thought you loved me turns out I was just dreaming

[Miss-Aussie]

Another poem written by me

I want to feel your soft lips caress my skin,
The heat will rise and pleasure will begin.
You will lay me on the bed, and press your body hard to mine,
Look deep into my eyes and my soul will shine.
My clothes will come off, and I will long for your touch,
I will be flying high and my eye?s misty I wont see much.
As your hands slowly creep down from the tip of my breast,
You admire my features you like my eye?s the best.
You will suck and you will lick,
Feeling the tense feeling deep down in your dick.
One by one your clothes will be thrown,
The best feeling you have ever known.
Playing with me softly and holding me close,
We are feeling ecstasy and want another dose.
You will torture and you will tease,
When I open up to you, you get down on your knee?s.
Body ?s will be close and hearts will be thumping,
I guide you in and the pressure is pumping.
Hard long strokes will make me shake and my body will pulse,
As we rise to the high heavens we will both convulse.
Sheets are tangled and we are sweaty,
We are both wanting to go again already.
Together We will lay in each others embrace
I will lay soft kisses on your face.
We fall asleep not long after,
We are so happy our hearts are filled with laughter.

[Miss-Aussie]

Another poem by me

In the depths of misery I lay
Till happiness meets me some day,
I am suffocating in a hole that is impossible to exit
I contemplate ending my life to finish it,
All hope is gone my soul is dark
There is no light in my eyes not even a spark,
My world is caving down around me,
I long to spread my wings and be free,
But I drown in my tears
I am weighed down by my insecurity and my fears,
When I fall no one is there
I wont reveille my pain I wont dare,
I will have hope and I will stay strong
But I cant keep it up for long