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Favorite Poems?





please.be.quiet
i think my favorite poem is this one by stephen chbosky:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called if "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen
dinael
My favorite poems have been written by Sergey Aleksandrovich Yesenin, a Russian poet.
To get a clear idea how he wrote here's a page with few of his poems.

Embarassed

Yesenin's poems
viraj
My fav poem is one by Mr. Rabindranath Tagore.. this is awesome..

I am Restless...

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!
PennyLane
Mine is one by Robin Mellor; Asleep you are out drifting...

Asleep you are out drifting
upon a sea of slumber
a quiet ship of flowers
in the gardens of the seas.

And like the deep green seaweed
your hair across the pillow
floats towards the yeloow sand
caressed by a gentle breeze.
...
missdixy
oh gosh I love The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I think my favorite poem would have to be "Question and Answer" by Charles Bukowski.
auldwyrm
Favorite poem? Hmmm...... I would have to say "Eldorado" by Poe.
ddukki
There's a Yeats poem called "Cloths of Heaven". It's really simple and short with one of those endings that doesn't waste words.
iyepes
My favorite poem is "Relato de Sergio Stepansky " written by Leon de Greiff

You can find it here in several languages http://www.lablaa.org/blaavirtual/literatura/antolo/antol38.htm

I copy for you my favorite part, it was originally written in spanish.

Quote:

"I trade my life for the idiot’s or the saint´s
candid halo;
I trade it for the red collar
the fat Capet got around his neck;
or for the solid shower that fell upon the neck
of Charles I;
I trade it for a romance,
I trade it for a sonnet;
for eleven Angora cats
for a doggerel or a saeta,
for a song;
for an incomplete pack of cards;
for a large knife, for a pipe, for an ancient harp. ..

or for that doll that cries
like any poet."

[/quote]
Patriot Players
My favorite poem is probably "Totally, Like, Whatever" by Taylor Mali.

In case you hadn't noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you're talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you're saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)'s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren't, like, questions? You know?

Declarative sentences - so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not -
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don't think I'm uncool just because I've noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It's like what I've heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I'm just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?

What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally . . .
I mean absolutely . . . You know?
That we've just gotten to the point where it's just, like . . .
whatever!

And so actually our disarticulation . . . ness
is just a clever sort of . . . thing
to disguise the fact that we've become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since . . .
you know, a long, long time ago!

I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.
TurtleShell
missdixy wrote:
oh gosh I love The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I think my favorite poem would have to be "Question and Answer" by Charles Bukowski.


hey, I read the perks of being a wallflower...I liked it:) I always forget what it's called and then someone brings it up again and I think, oh yeah, THAT's the title:) (stupid thing to say about a book, isn't it?Smile

Favorite poems include...works by Stephen Dobyns and Catullus. I can never remember the titles of poems. Also, the Prelude, I think, by Wordsworth? The one where he steals the boat. And Tintern Abbey.

Quote:

I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man



Makes me shiver. Makes me want to explode. Oh, and yes, and walt whitman. (like everything he ever wrote) I want the one about how we turn into grass and you can "look for me under your bootsoles" to be read at my funeral. I wonder if that's a normal thing for people to want to be read at their funeral...like if everybody would be sitting there thinking, oh yes, and now I'm going to listen to this again...but really I guess, what do I care? I'm dead. They could read the cat in the hat at my funeral for all the difference it could make to me at that point.
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