Self Portrait By Robert Creeley - He wants to bea brutal old man,an aggressive old man,as dull, as brutalas the emptiness around him.He doesn't want compromise,nor ever to be...
Rat Song By Margaret Atwood - 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
My Favorite - The Road Not Taken
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...
Currently? Invictus Or Annabel Lee - 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...
The Vagabond's House By Don Blanding - Vagabond's House
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .
I'll suit my fancy in every way.
I'll fill it with things that have...
A Disillusionment Of Ten O'clock - Wallace Stevens - The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
The Waking - The Waking
by Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have...
To All Beloved Near And Far - THE BELOVED by Kahil GibranTell me, O people, tell me!Who among you would not wake from the sleep of lifeif love were to brush your spirit with its...
Poema 20- Pablo Neruda - This is the poem translated into english, so that you guys can read it. But I do prefer it in spanish :)
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the...
Our Deepest Fear, By Marianne Williamson - 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...
Robert Frost. - " 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
Love.. Kipling ....if - I love this poem , I know it is considered by some an old standby but the message is so strong I cant help loving it
If you can keep your head...
I'm Nobody: Emily Dickinson - 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
Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love...
The Widow's Lament In Springtime By William Carlos Williams - Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
Stray Dog, By Charlotte Mish - 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...
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, I looked down one as far as I could...
I Had A Wolf - 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...
Fire And Ice- Robert Frost - 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
Always a Fav - This has always been a favorite of mine...
Old Christmas Morning By Roy Helton
"Where you coming from, Lomey Carter,
So airly over the snow...
W. H. Auden's Poem, "Funeral Blues" - W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with...
Because You Asked....... - I found this poem about 8 years ago in a poetry workshop in college. We had to make our own mini-anthology and this was first on my list.Because You...
Invictus By W.e. Henley -
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
Oaxaca 1925 -- My Fave - Oaxaca 1925
You were a beautiful child
With troubled face, green eyelids
And black lace stockings
We met in a filthy bar
"My name is...
A Love Poem I Have Loved For Many Years - By ee cummings
He has unique punctuation but I love this poem because it evokes feelings and so much more.
Somewhere i have...
The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner - 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...
Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light...
Not My Favorite But I Do Like It - Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Still I Rise-mia Angelou -
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
Hungary For Love - 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
Palaces - I am really only just begining to develop an appreciation of poetry.
So I am really expecting to build myself a palace made of favourite poems! :)
Just yesterday I...
There Will Come Soft Rains By Sara Teasdale - There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool...
Warning: When I Am Old I Shall Wear Purple - 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...
I Love Poems - I only have a few poetry books a set of Englsih Poetry and australian Poetry
I was never good at writing it however ... occasionally I had a few ideas and one or two...
Dulce Et Decorum Est - 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...
Life's Clock - "Clock of Life""The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell, just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour...
Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (by Samuel Taylor Coleridge) -
Rime Of The Ancient Mariner a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of...
A Story About The Clock Of Life... -
SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU THINK.....
STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for...
Jenny Kissed Me - I knew a Jenny once. For just a brief bright weekend.
I happened to be visiting her mother at the same time
she returned home to nurse a broken heart.
Christmas - John Betjeman -
In the UK CHRISTMAS is a very important Christian Festival. In recent years it has become over commercialised and we have to remember that it is ll...
The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock :) - A long but beautifully written poem. Definitely my favourite poem of all time as it captures the incessant need that exists within people...
Two - 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...
The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe - 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...
Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening, By Robert Frost - 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...
It's Short & Sweet - 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...
loves philosophy - heres me reading it
Nightfall In Soweto - Oswald Mtshali - Nightfall comes like a dreaded disease
seeping through the pores
of a healthy body
and ravaging it beyong repair.
Comes The Dawn - Comes the Dawn
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
Illusions - 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...
Rudyard Kipling "If" - Author: Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all...
Talking In Bed - Philip Larkin -
This is one of my favourite poems and although it's quite depressing, I love it for its somewhat disappointing truth:
Talking in bed ought to...
The Listeners - Walter De La Mare -
'IS there anybody there?' said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champ...