poem

[Warm & Fuzzy]

Which is your all time favorite poem?

[Mossopp]

'This Be The Verse' by Philip Larkin.

I'm also a fan of Welsh poet, Patrick Jones.

[Love The Facts Of Life]

The FOL Christmas poem.

[DarleneIllyria]

How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wouldn't The Lady of Shallot be considered a poem also?

[Hollow]

Poems usually bore me. But if any Pippa's song by Robert browning.

[gothic of darkness]

I'm nobody! who are you? are you nobody too? then there's a pair of us.Don't tell! they'd banish us, you know.How dreary to
be a somebody--how public like a frog; to tell your name the livelong day to an admiring bog.

-Emily Dickenson

[ISmellFine]

Originally posted by gothic of darkness
I'm nobody! who are you? are you nobody too? then there's a pair of us.Don't tell! they'd banish us, you know.How dreary to
be a somebody--how public like a frog; to tell your name the livelong day to an admiring bog.

-Emily Dickenson

OMG I love Emily Dickenson! That poem was in our literature book. We had to read it about two weeks ago.

[Adele]

This is my favorite poem:

A gardener kneeling on his knees,
Planted several rows of peas.
The sunshine shown; the breezes blew,
and all the little pea pods grew.
Then one night from a nearby hole,
a family of mice to the garden stool.
They climbed the stems with the greatest ease,
and that was the end of the garden of peas!

lol...that's been my favorite since 1st grade....
;)

[Warm & Fuzzy]

Originally posted by Love The Facts Of Life
The FOL Christmas poem. LOL! I thougth that was good too. :clap:

[gothic of darkness]

That's cool, NMrox. Emily Dickenson is awesome! I've read a bunch of her poems and have liked everything that I've read so
far.

Here's another good poem:


In Flanders fields, the poppies blow between the crosses row on row ; that mark our place...and in the sky...the larks still bravely
singing fly, scarcely heard amid the guns below...we are the dead
short days ago.We lived, felt dawn, saw the sunlight glow, but now we lie in Flander's fields.Take up the quarrel with the flow;
to you with failing hands we throw....the torch for you to hold
it high....if ye break faith with us who die, you shall not sleep.....
though poppies blow in Flander's fields.


P.S. Please excuse the grammatical
errors that I made above.I have no
idea how to punctuate poems.
:crazy:

[gothic of darkness]

By the way, the poem that I just posted was by John Mcrae.