Warm & Fuzzy
12-26-2001, 11:03 PM
Which is your all time favorite poem?
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View Full Version : poem Warm & Fuzzy 12-26-2001, 11:03 PM Which is your all time favorite poem? Mossopp 12-27-2001, 03:45 PM 'This Be The Verse' by Philip Larkin. I'm also a fan of Welsh poet, Patrick Jones. Love The Facts Of Life 12-27-2001, 05:08 PM The FOL Christmas poem. DarleneIllyria 12-27-2001, 10:37 PM How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Wouldn't The Lady of Shallot be considered a poem also? Hollow 12-27-2001, 10:39 PM Poems usually bore me. But if any Pippa's song by Robert browning. gothic of darkness 12-27-2001, 11:41 PM 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 12-27-2001, 11:49 PM 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 12-28-2001, 12:20 AM 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 12-28-2001, 02:32 AM Originally posted by Love The Facts Of Life The FOL Christmas poem. LOL! I thougth that was good too. :clap: gothic of darkness 12-28-2001, 10:05 PM 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 12-28-2001, 10:07 PM By the way, the poem that I just posted was by John Mcrae. |