Who is your favorite poet/poem or quote,?

"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose;

cried the Nightingale, and life is very dear to all.

It is pleasent to sit in the greenwood and to watch the sun in his charriot of gold, and the moon in her charriot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of man."

Oscar Wilde (The Nightingale and the Rose)

I just love poetry...can any of you name any favorite poets, or quotes?.......
Who is your favorite poet/poem or quote,?
Don't let others look down on you because you are young. But set an example for the believers in speech, love, life, faith, and purity.
Reply:the beautiful poem you have quoted, reminds me of another similar one by Emily Dickinson:



"Because I could not stop for Death":



Because I could not stop for Death

He kindly stopped for me

The Carriage held but just Ourselves

and Immortality.



We slowly drove--He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility--

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess--in the Ring--

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain

We passed the Setting Sun--



Or rather--He passed Us.



The Dews drew quivering and chill

For only Gossamer, my Gown

My Tippet only Tulle



We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground--

The Roof was scarcely visible

The Cornice--in the Ground.



Since then--'Tis Centuries--and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses Heads

Were toward Eternity...
Reply:"There has to be and invisible sun, that gives it heat to everyone. There has to be and invisible sun, who gives us hope when the day is done."
Reply:favorite poem:



(Breathe.)

this is your life.

it started when u took ur first breath.

(believe it or not)

and there will b times

when you eat an entire quart of ice cream

from the container

(cuz u got ur heart broken)

but u still have all the pieces.

so buy some scotch tape.

cuz sometimes u r gonna land on ur feet.

but most of the time its gonna b ur ***.

and some scars don’t fade.

but keep getting up in the morning

cuz each day that u r

alive

to see the sunrise blazing

life can drip out of you-

blood slick n slippery

but not always liquid.

(breathe)

maybe u r gone cuz some1 else died

n u would give anything

to c them again

but staying on earth is ur punishment

cuz u weren’t there

when they needed u

u couldn’t even hold their hand

as their soul was broken-

liquid

Scotch tape won’t help.

(breathe)

n maybe some1 that wasn’t your some1

broke ur heart.

(hello, quart of ice cream)

but u can get on ur feet again

(let me tell u-

there r so many times u r gonna fall.)

get back up.

ur stronger than u know,

and bravery isn’t doing something cuz of lack of fear

(u should know)

it’s doing something in spite of it.

so wipe that look of ur face.

every1 loves too hard.

(fear of breathing, of life, which is love)

u cant always save everyone.

but always watch the sunrise.

don’t stop loving.

to do so would be drowning urself in blood-

slick, slippery.

u r always gonna lose something-

someone-

but know that either u were 2 shy

(to talk to ur crush)

or they were too big,

they loved too much,

for just you to hold.

some1 on the other side wanted to have them back

maybe they didn’t want to go

(ghosts do exist, you know)

so stop crying

get up off your ***

let them rest

(in peace- breathe)

its what’s best

Throw ur arms around those u love.

try to take their sorrow.

even when u know u can’t.

cuz every1 has some1 they share their lives with

in this century or another.

(we r reincarnated)

u have 1 love in

all the

6000000000

people

it will take a couple lifetimes

of hurt

to find him

but u will.

(breathe)

why am i speaking in

the 2nd person??

im telling u my life

im not preaching

if i cant figure out

my own existence

how do i tell u

how 2 figure out urs?

plz clue me in here.

i want a 'love of my life'

maybe not now-

but soon

love will remain a mystery- aqualung.

i think it has been

a whole long course

of a million lifetimes

n i have an empty space in my stomach

waiting to be filled

by one whom i ?

some1 to take my breath away

while i am still alive.

-anonymous.



isnt it great?



And, though i wont type it up, "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke
Reply:My favorite poet by far is Robert W. Service. His most famous poems, "The Cremation of Sam Magee" and "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" are too long for me to include here. Read them, though--they are some of the best examples of internal rhyme that I know.



I will, though, include the first stanza of his "Brother Jim":



"My brother Jim's a millionaire,

While I have scarce a penny;

His face is creased with lines of care,

While my mug hasn't any.

With inwardness his eyes are dim,

While mine laugh out in glee,

And though I ought to envy him,

I think he envies me."



I also recommend Service's "Duello," "Mongrel, "Maternity," and "My Madonna."



Enjoy!
Reply:They fool say in his heart

"There is no GOD, They are corrupt, %26amp; their ways are vile"

Ps. 53:1
Reply:my favorite poem is FOOTPRINTS!!!!
Reply:I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me,

what is happiness.

And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands

of men.

They all shook their heads and gave me a smile, as though I

was trying to fool with them.

And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Des Plaines

River

And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their

women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.



Happiness by (Ara John)
Reply:'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves



Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,



And the mome raths outgrabe.





"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!



The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun



The frumious Bandersnatch!"





He took his vorpal sword in hand:



Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,



And stood awhile in thought





And as in uffish thought he stood,



The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,



And burbled as it came!





One, two! One, two! and through and through



The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head



He went galumphing back.





"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?



Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"



He chortled in his joy.





'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves



Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,



And the mome raths outgrabe.
Reply:itz a quato------ the world suffers a lot ,not b"caz of VIOLENCE of bad people but bcaz of SILENCE of good and loved ones......

by-----sidvin .s(me)
Reply:yeah ur poem is kinda strong

hear this poem i just love it

I think its beatuflly sad

.................................

In my life were I did so well

I met this guy I loved so well

now he took my heart and set it free!

1 day he sat a girl on his knees

and told her things he never told me!

so I broke down and cried on my bed

and not a single word waz said

..................

late that night my father searched 4 me from left 2 right

he broke my bedroom door

%26amp; found me hanging by a rope!

he cut me down with his knife

and on the floor a note he found......



Dig my grave dig it deep

marble stone from head 2 feet

put my heart from up above

2 tell the world I died 4 love!
Reply:My favorite poem is O' Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman.



O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.







O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.







My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.
Reply:I have two favorite poems. One is "Annabell Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe, and the other is "The Lady of Shalott" by Sir Alfred Tennyson. Both are beautiful love poems.
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