What's your favourite poem?

[Kay Scarpetta]

What's your favourite poem? They can be written by you, or someone else. Post 'em!

[Crimson and Clover]

"Jerk of All Jerks"
By Paul McCartney

I'm a motorist that quite
Likes a drink when he drives
Who causes the loss
Of innocent lives

I'm the guy with the pistol
Who kills your best friend
You can't really blame me
'Cos I'm round the bend

Hello—how are you?
I'm jerk of all jerks
I'm here to undo
All your charitable works
I do it quite simply by
Making mistakes
And one little boo-boo
Is all that it takes
And you're at the mercy of
Jerk of all jerks.

I'm the man that disposes
Of nuclear waste.
There's no need to worry
It's perfectly safe

In fact there is now
Every reason to hope
That if anything happens
I'll easily cope

Hello—how are you?
I'm jerk of all jerks...

I'm the leader who says
As he wages his war
That the children are not
Ones that he's aiming for

Hello,
How are you?
I'm jerk of all jerks...

[fr00ti]

Well, I write songs, but I guess they are kinda poems. I one of put my favs in my siggy earlier. I love co-writing with Micki, shes da bomb!

[Kay Scarpetta]

A few of mine are too morbid for this site but I'll post one that I love...

'Warped and Twisted'

Harsh ideas and violent blows
Hidden secrets that nobody knows
My eyes are open, hands are fisted
But deep inside I'm warped and twisted
So many tricks and so many lies
Too many 'whens' and too many 'whys'
No I'm not special, no I'm not gifted
I'm just me, all warped and twisted
Sleeping awake and dreaming a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
It's lost in someone so warped and twisted
I'm on my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've shed!
I'm not gone, only my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, hollow
Today is merely yesterday's tomorrow
The suns' died out, the ashes' sifted
I'm still here, but warped & twisted

[Janice]

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

[vienna waits]

Originally posted by MaRtInA_GuRL
Well, I write songs, but I guess they are kinda poems.

ya, songs are poems. lyric poems.

[vienna waits]

Originally posted by Janice
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

i had to memorize that in 8th grade.. good poem.

[TJL]

There once was a man from Nantucket...

[Georgia's on my Mind]

my favorite....

NON SUM QUALIS by Ernest Dowson

I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put the pale, lost lillies out of mind;
But I was desolate amd sick of old passion,
Yea, all the time because the dance was long;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashon.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast finished and the lamps expire,
Then, falls thy shadow,Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and suck of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee Cynara! in my fashion.

[ABlairican Pie]

Tomorrow I'm gonna post some of my poems when I was in college, and a regular featured speaker at poetry readings about 20 years ago....

[Penny Lane]

Originally posted by TJL
There once was a man from Nantucket...

Oh TJL! you are a stitch! Didn't know you were so intellectual!

[Titania]

my favorite poem is The Night Wind by Emily Bronte.

In summer’s mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlour window
And rosetrees wet with dew.

I sat in silent musing,
The soft wind waved my hair:
It told me Heaven was glorious.
And sleeping Earth was fair.

I needed not its breathing
To bring such thoughts to me,
But still it whispered lowly,
‘How dark the woods will be!
“The thick leaves in my murmur
Are rustling like a dream,
And all their myriad voices
Instinct with spirit seem.”
I said, “Go, gentle singer,
Thy wooing voice is kind,
But do not think its music
Has power to reach my mind.

“Play with the scented flower,
The young tree’s supple bough,
And leave my human feelings
In their own course to flow.”
The wanderer would not leave me;
Its kiss grew warmer still –
“O come,” it sighed so sweetly,
“I’ll win thee ’gainst thy will.
“Have we not been from childhood friends?
Have I not loved thee long?
As long as thou hast loved the night
Whose silence wakes my song.

“And when thy heart is laid at rest
Beneath the churchyard stone
I shall have time enough to mourn
And thou to be alone.”

[Titania]

and yeah- i love to write poetry but it isnt good enough to compare with any poems id consider my favorites...but heres one and the only one i have typed at the moment.

Just a day.
A day worth forgetting
worth tearing up and letting
it fall into the unknown
not worth the trouble
of hesitent memories
but forever etched.
A fiery refuge that offers no comfort
but contains and confines
alienation is the sincerest form of being.
Only a moment
but a hurried gasp
a fragment of cinder that fell too far
and was lost-
but came again to burn.
Shallow encasements of the soul
where dreams grow heavy and fade
Their faces lost and divided
scarred by fire and smoke.
Ashes to ashes...
falling into deep catacombs
that further hide the dusk,
wrapped in a gray arch
that gives false sincerity.
To be forgotten,
left seeking the impossible,
holding on for chance,
climbing towards dark
to wait for tears.

[~LadyJess~]

Originally posted by Janice
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

I love that poem! Also the one about how nothing gold can stay. My other favorite poems are "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out" and "Sick" by Shel Silverstein.

[Janice]

"I Did Not Die"

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars, that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author Unknown