A favourite poem?

Charlie19 · Post by **Charlie19** » 25 Jun 2019, 03:58

thanks for sharing that poem.. i loved it. thumbs up for you!

LinaMueller · Post by **LinaMueller** » 25 Jun 2019, 18:23

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1806-1861

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.

alyssaadeann · Post by **alyssaadeann** » 25 Jun 2019, 20:38

This poem is so interesting & beautiful, carries a lot of detail!! I do in fact love writing my own poetry and poems. It’s so calming, and enjoying to do.

Yess_hannah · Post by **Yess_hannah** » 26 Jun 2019, 20:33

Growing up I never really liked poetry until I started reading it in school. Poetry can have so many meanings that you have to look for and actually think about when reading it. My all time favorite poem is The Raven by Edger Allen Poe

timur777 · Post by **timur777** » 26 Dec 2019, 10:33

Russian poem by Alexander Pushkin: " I have loved you..."

Brenda Hicks · Post by **Brenda Hicks** » 03 Jan 2020, 01:09

Moniluv1 wrote: ↑31 May 2018, 12:19 This is a beautiful poem. It personally reminds me of my life. I can tell the writer put a lot of thought in the poem while writing.

i love just it this is my life

Maria Esposito · Post by **Maria Esposito** » 09 Jan 2020, 13:16

"It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered."

- Aldous Huxley

Kristen100 · Post by **Kristen100** » 15 Jan 2020, 21:23

Oh yes! From Clayton Jennings titled Good bye to religion. Thata poem it's a Gem you'd love it when you listen to it.
It's a kudus Clayton. Not sure if onlinebookclub permits YouTube link could have posted the link to the video.

NovaFly · Post by **NovaFly** » 19 Jan 2020, 05:17

My favourite has to be Half Way Down by A. A. Milne.

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!

Zion Mesa · Post by **Zion Mesa** » 27 Jan 2020, 11:27

I have always been impressed by "the pied Piper of Hamelin" being able to carry a full narrative and rhyme scheme for that long... Just wow.

Fernando Purba · Post by **Fernando Purba** » 28 Jan 2020, 04:26

Black eye

Two black eyes are blue eyes

Two black eyes are very familiar with miss language.

Longing does not only belong to women

And both know, and both are shameless.

Two black eyes immersed in scented flesh
beauty without silk, without a rainbow.

Two black eyes is a dim house
a cup of afternoon coffee and hidden memories.

Julez · Post by **Julez** » 03 Feb 2020, 10:42

The first one I ever learned by heart was Africa my Africa by David Diop. I still remember every word till this day

wedwilson · Post by **wedwilson** » 21 Feb 2020, 10:20

She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron

I.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

II.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

III.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

bellajavier · Post by **bellajavier** » 28 Feb 2020, 15:04

One of my favorite works and poems is by Wilfred Owen. His poems are anti war and I just feel so moved by them!

Here's my favorite one,
it's called "Dulce Et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Latin phrase is from the Roman poet Horace: “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”

sriles1 · Post by **sriles1** » 01 Mar 2020, 09:39

I actually like to write poetry myself. But I do have a few favorite poems, two of which is "Two Roads Diverged" by Robert Frost and "The Rose That Grew from a Crack in the Concrete." by Tupac (which I managed to memorize.)