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My favorite poem is Fire and Ice by Robert Frost.

"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice."

Daffodis by William Wordsworth. I read that in school and have never forgotten it. No other poem has made such an impression.

My favorite poem is Still I Rise written by Maya Angelou. Eloquent and sassy!

Either "The Road Goes Ever On" by J.R.R. Tolkien or "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe.

Edgar Allen Poe

I am a die hard admirer of Robert Frost and William Wordsworth. Their poems hold good for generations, or may be till the world comes to an end, I feel

My favorite is "Walking Through Woods" by Robert Frost. Thirty years ago, almost, I was to choose a poem to recite to my 4th grade class. At first, I thought I would hate this assignment. Little did I know, my love affair would begin with that assignment. to this day, I love literature of any kind. I love to read. I love to write. I can still recite this wonderful poem...

Today, my favorite poets are Lang Leav & Michael Faudet because they are very modern & it moves me ☺

-- 08 Apr 2016, 10:19 --

Right now, Lang Leav & Michael faudet ♥

You stole my favorite poem, congratulations. xD

Suheir Hammad is a wonderful poet. Her words are so damn powerful!

You can watch her TED talk on the TED site! Her parents were Palestinian refugees and her mom was pregnant with her when they escaped and came to Brooklyn. Her poems not only bring to attention topics that matter a lot but she also empowers people, especially women. Read her poetry!

I also love Njambi Morgan. She is a poet I know and her words are also very powerful. She is the reason why I am actually still alive today. Otherwise, I would have probably committed suicide.

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out By Richard Siken is totally my favorite poem! Richard Siken has always been a favorite of mine.


Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly
flames everywhere.
I can tell already you think I’m the dragon,
that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon.
I’m not the princess either.
Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down.
I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
glass, but that comes later.

This poem is just so good.

My favorite poem is: "Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies" by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I read this in school and was absolutely in love with the style and mood it had.

Before You Were Mine - Carol Ann Duffy

My favorite poem at the moment is Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It has a lot of meaning.

I'm not sure why exactly, but this poem has been a favorite of mine since I was a child.

The King's Ring

by Theodore Tilton

I.

Once in Persia reigned a King,
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel, at a glance,
Fit for every change or chance:
Solemn words, and these are they:
'Even this shall pass away!'

II.

Trains of camels through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these.
But he counted little gain
Treasures of the mine or main.
What is wealth? the King would say;
'Even this shall pass away.'

III.

In the revels of his court,
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried, O loving friends of mine!
Pleasure comes, but not to stay:
'Even this shall pass away.'

IV.

Lady fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned his queen.
Pillowed on the marriage-bed,
Whispering to his soul, he said,
Though a bridegroom never pressed
Dearer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay:
'Even this shall pass away.'

V.

Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield.
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
Pain is hard to bear, he cried,
But with patience day by day,
'Even this shall pass away.'

VI.

Towering in the public square
Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose his statue carved in stone.
Then the King, disguised, unknown,
Gazing at his sculptured name,
Asked himself,And what is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay:
'Even this shall pass away.'

VII.

Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the Gates of Gold,
Spake he with his dying breath,
Life is done, but what is Death?
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray --
Even this shall pass away.