I Want to Know What Your Favorite Poem Is Stories of Experiences

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths...

When things go wrong as
they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging
seems all uphill,
When funds are low
and debts are high,
And you want to smile
but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing
you down a bit,
Rest, if you must,
but...

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red had that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the...

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and...

" stopping by the woods on a snowy evening "

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop...

by Randall JarrellFrom my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they...

The above line from a Wilfred Owen (Who?) poem I memorized when I was about 14 years old. It was in a school English literature class, where I was much more interested in girls than poetry, that the teacher set me homework on the poem...

I'll include my favorite part of the poem, the poem itself is rather long. Here it is:

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he...

I'm Nobody, who are you?
Are you, Nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us
Don't tell, they'd advertise, you know?

How dreary to be Somebody
How public, like a frog
To sing its name, the livelong June
To an admiring bog

I love it!!!! :D...

Your wistful eyes searched each one as he passed,
Stray dog -- so lost, so starved and starkly thin,
And yet your gallant hope held to the last
That there would come a heart to take you in.

Some came who jeered at your...

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and...

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the...

Voices in my head telling me these crazy things.
I try not to listen, try not to feel the pain.
Life is just invisible, we live a big game.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.
But it's always the same.
Just when I try to forget...

When you hear me singing
you get the rifle down and the flashlight,
aiming for my brain, but you always miss
and when you set out the poison
I piss on it to warn the others.
You think: That one’s too clever,
she’s dangerous...

some say the world will end in fire
some say in ice
from what ive tasted of desire
i hold with those who favor fire
but if i had to perish twice
i think i know enough of hate
to know that ice is also great
and would suffice

i really like this one i wrote myself its called The walk. but i also like Poe, and Langston hughes. but its been to long since reading them i cant remember the names.
I decide to go for a walk
No clouds in sight
All is calm...

My favorites change quite often, but there are a few that recur more than others. Annabel Lee was the first poem I ever learned by heart, and Invictus made a huge impact on me.Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit...

I had a wolf I had a wolf/cross that held me heart and soul,I had a wolf mix his grand sire was pure wolf and mother rockweiler and dad husky cross Sherman was a dear pal.No, the human parents of Sherman's mother who was a rockweiler...

Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plum tree is white today
with masses of flowers...

This acrostic is dedicated to the lovely country of HUNGARY and all the lovely HUNGARIAN members of EP - Thank You.
H U N G A R Y   F O R   L O V E  
H  UNGARY  the Jewel of Eastern Europe
U  NITED  in AD 1000 under King...