What's your favourite poem?

[Kay Scarpetta]

What's your favourite poem? They can be written by you, or someone else. :D 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...

;)



:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: Oh TJL! you are a stitch! Didn't know you were so intellectual!:read: :rotflmao:

[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

[¤I Love Clay Aiken¤]

Im not a "poem" person (especially those real deep ones), BUT I like Twas The Night Before Christmas. Eh, not really a poem persay, but it rhymes. I remember in 9th grade we had to write a poem. I had my friend write it for me lol. Although, 10th grade thats all my friends did in geometry. But, I cant post them. Kinda... bad..lol.:nonono:. Ill see if I can find a clean one.

[Kay Scarpetta]

Originally posted by 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

I love that poem. My aunt has it hanging on her wall in her art studio. (She's an artist) It says it's an ancient Indian prayer.

[*ShortCake*]

I love anything by Robert Frost :D.

[~Teddybear~]

heres a poem I had to write in school..

"I'm thankful"

I'm thankful for the Lord, and all his love today. he woke me up this morning, and helps my find my way.

I'm thankful for my family, who loves and cares for me. We work together as a team, like a big community!

I'm thankful for my friends, they always help me out. We stick together no matter what, and that's what it's about.

I'm thankful for successful people, they keep this world alive. Children look at them as heroes; they are the apple of our eye!

I'm thankful for the Lion King, the movie we all love. It relinquished the happy person I am, It's been sent here from above.

I'm thanful for candy, for cake and ice cream, too. But most of all I'm thankfull for is being right here with you!:D

Did ya like it????????????

[*ShortCake*]

aww i thought it was sweet!!

[ABlairican Pie]

The End
by Jim Morrison

from the Doors.

Even though Jim Morrison was the singer for one of the most influential bands of the 60's, he was also regarded as a poet.

This is the end
Beautiful friend,
This is the end
My only friend,
The end of elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands,
The end. No safety or suprise,
The end. I'll never look into your eyes
Again.

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desparately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desparate land.
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the chidren are insane;
Waiting for the summer rain.

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway.
Weird scenes inside the goldmine;
Ride the king's highway west, baby.
Ride the snake
To the lake
The ancient lake.
The snake is long
Seven miles;
Ride the snake,
He's old and his skin is cold.

The West is the best.
The West is the best.
Get here and we'll do the rest.
The blue bus is calling us.
Driver, where are you taking us?

The killer awoke before dawn,
He put his boots on,
He took a face from the ancient gallery,
And he walked on down the hall.
He went to the room where his sister lived,
And then he paid a visit to his brother,
And then he walked on down the hall.
And he came to a door.
And he looked inside

"Father?"
"Yes, son?"
"I want to kill you."
"Mother, I want to...AAAA@#$%&?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Come on baby, take a chance with us,
And meet me by the back of the blue bus.

This is the end,
Beautiful friend.
This is the end,
My only friend, the end.
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The night of night we tried to die.
This is
The End.

[james_baby87]

No Difference
By Shel Silverstine

Small as a peanut
Big as a giant
We're all the same size
When you turn off the lights

Rich as a sultan
Poor as a mite
We're all worth the same
When we turn off the lights

Red, Orange, or Black
Yellow or White
We all look the same
When we turn off the light

So maybe the way
To make everything right
Is for God to reach out
And turn off the Light!

I love that poem! I had to read it out loud for English last year.

[Kitt]

IMAGINE--John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try
No hell below us,
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
it isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possessions,
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say I'm a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one

[ABlairican Pie]

King George
by Greg Ward

See if you can tell when this was written. (I'm sure you know WHO wrote it.)

King George
King George
Turn your mission of mercy into a morgue
Thousand points of light over Bagdhad sky
The people you'd help, you watched them all die
King George's mouth with bodies is engorged.

CHORUS:
God save King George--
God save King George--
So he just might tell the truth one day.

King George
King George
All those oil barrells you wanted to hoard
Ask God to bless your petroleum jihad
The game's about to start, so put on your kneepads
King George can't lose the war we can't afford.

God save King George--
God save King George--
So he just might tell the truth one day.

Like walking the plank you've gone overboard
Close your pits, we can't stand New World Order
Like smell of children used as cannon fodder
King George got groupies for the troops we sent abroad

(refrain)

No more years!
No more years!
No more years!
No more years!

[Janice]

The Time Is Now

If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow.
Love me now
While I am living,
Do not wait until I'm gone
And then have it chiseled in marble,
Sweet words on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me,
Please, tell me now,
If you wait until I am sleeping,
Never to awaken,
There will be a death between us,
And I won't hear you then.
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it.

[Warm & Fuzzy]

"Song" By Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

[fr00ti]

This is not a poem, but its a song written by me and Micki. I love it.

The Eyes Of An Angel (12/17/02)
Written by Madelyn & Micki

Blue as an ocean
And lovely as that deep blue sea
Those eyes have something
That makes me stronger
And makes me stare at them a little while longer
Its like they are looking
Straight into your heart
How do I even start
To explain the beauty I see
Those eyes
Are so beautiful
So wonderful
And they brighten up my day
They help me to find my way
In a world so cold
Its just something about them the way they unfold
The magic they behold
How they brighten my life with gold
When i look into those eyes
Im amazed
By the light I see
The bright blue light from those eyes
Of hope,courage,love,and care
They take you away form the true lies
And all the goodbyes
No need for any more cries
Or the disguise
I'm put in to blue skies
They're the eyes of only one
The eyes of an angel

[dlemond]

Originally posted by Babes_Kay
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

I like it.
'Sleeping awake' and 'silent scream' work well together (the whole oxymoron thing ties up).

It moves and flows nicely due to the refrain of 'warped and twisted' and overall paints a lot of imagery.

Concludes strongly with the whole cyclical nature and duality of life in "burnt out; suns died out; ashes sifted."

Here we are and then we're not. And even things that are here now may be dead and hollow, like trees, or the stars whose light just reaches us. Or ourselves.

That make any sense?

[james_baby87]

I think Shel Sliverstiens "Smart" Is halirious

[White_Daisy]

Sister for Sale
by Shel Silverstein
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?


Don't ask me why I like it, I always liked the picture and I felt so bad for the little girl. It's one of those things that really gets to you and you don't know why.

[AnaheimPMWitch]

my Favorite Poem is one I had on a keychain once
its
Melissa Melissa
My Little honeybee
your as true as the nectar on the honey tree
to the good times your a true devotee
your life is a party a grand jubilee
when your wings take flight
you are happy and free
to explore new tommorows
with delight and glee

[SomeOneNeedsAHug]

The Pistons of Death
Combustion of Gasses
Weak to the Bone
Fall Down on Their Asses
Repetition Kills
Guns do the Same
Mass Consumption of Pills
Have you Forgotten my Name?
Murder of Persons
Stuck in a Bind
A Need to Escape
My Sick Daily Grind
Repetition Kills
So does Water now and then
Hear the Same Old Story
See the Same Old Men
Wanderer Unleashed
Bound by Earthly Matter
Combination Deadly
See Your Meek Bones Shatter
Repetition Kills
As does All thats in Excess
Relentless Pendelum Swings Back and Forth
Torn by Brutal Stress
Repetition of the Masses
Slow and Torturous Progression
Population Damned to Hell
This is your last confession


who's it by? :wave:

[Kristina]

ExCyOoZe mEEH! i StArTeD a Poem TaWpIk aLrEaDY!! u JUss JeAlOuS CuZ mORe gUyZ WaNnT ME! TEHEHEHHEE ;)

[Titania]

Originally posted by Avril Lavigne
ExCyOoZe mEEH! i StArTeD a Poem TaWpIk aLrEaDY!! u JUss JeAlOuS CuZ mORe gUyZ WaNnT ME! TEHEHEHHEE ;)

hate to crush your ego but this is an older thread.

[Kristina]

Originally posted by Titania


hate to crush your ego but this is an older thread.

OMIGIAH! MY EgO Is SeW CrUsHed. DID y00 naWt sEe tHe WInkIng fAce? i wAz KiDdiN U tRaMPaY sKANkAy Ho. WoOpz nvm datz me. BuT u'ZA dUmBass!

[SomeOneNeedsAHug]

oh no with my incredible sense of being able to tlel when fights are going to break out, i think a fight it going to break out:crazy: i thought the thread was aout poems..not..guyz....god i get them so confused!! :confused: hehe jk

[Kristina]

OmIgIah HeRe ArE sOme PoEMs By mEEH DiZ'LL bE FuN!

punk rawk boi u have spikey hair
to get da hair off muh legs I use nair
your so fine and ur all mine
I like u punk rawk boi
u make me goth inside

[Kristina]

punk boi ur hawta
lets have a dawta
you make me cry
and sometimes wanna die
but i love u boi
ur my sex toi

[Kristina]

Lyke I had these dreams
lyke what do they mean
I dunt like you alot
i just want ur ****
ur not the boi for me
sew get away from me!!!!

[Kristina]

punk rawk boi ur kewl and stuff
even though ur not very buff
ur so punk with ur spikes
ur ex-girlfriends were such dykes
get with me boi and u will see
that i am cool and i dunt wanna be free

[Kristina]

omigiah u called me a whore
so I'll show you the ****in door
get out and dont come back
or else u'll have to lick my asscrack

Tehehehehe do y00 lyke it?

[Kristina]

i'm a grrl
like whirl
ur a boi
my sex toi
im sew kewl
and ur sew punk
even though u smell like a skunk
u r sew hot
lyke omg r u a robot?
u make me goth inside and out
boi I'll neva make u pout

[Kristina]

r y00 punk or am I just drunk
you are goth and stuff yah so lets take a puff
when i get high i think of you
LYKE BOO!

[SomeOneNeedsAHug]

how does taking LiKe tHiS make you look punk? avril is such a poser

[shavelyLBC34]

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-- Robert Frost


i know someone posted about this before...i really like this poem

[shavelyLBC34]

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
The sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.



i swear this poem is up in every single one of my relatives house and mine...

[SomeOneNeedsAHug]

Originally posted by shavelyLBC34
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-- Robert Frost


i know someone posted about this before...i really like this poem



i remember this poem when i saw the outsiders:D

[White_Daisy]

Originally posted by shavelyLBC34
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-- Robert Frost


i know someone posted about this before...i really like this poem

It was in the Outsiders...that's where I remember it from...

[SomeOneNeedsAHug]

oo shway i just saw that movie like....um....that...say i had..school..it was friday..last friday:confused:

[Kristina]

Originally posted by SomeOneNeedsAHug
how does taking LiKe tHiS make you look punk? avril is such a poser
Pink is a lesbian. You're the poser you dyke. Go away.

[SomeOneNeedsAHug]

Originally posted by Avril Lavigne

Pink is a lesbian. You're the poser you dyke. Go away. \


a poser of WHAT exactly?