Whats your Favorite poem???

Tell me your best or favorite poem. I myself am into western poetry and this one is one of my favorites.








He was just a little boy


Barely old enough to tie his shoe


He was outside playing


Like little boys tend to do





Out behind the bunkhouse


An old cowboy sat beneath the tree


So he wandered over like little boys do


To see what he could see.





He knew nothing of life’s travails


He’d only lived in this one place


When he walked over to the old cowboy


He could see teardrops on his face





The old man sat there lonesome


For his wife had passed away


The little boy felt his sorrow


And wondered what he should say





Then he found the answer


Like his Daddy’s stories before his nap


He walked over to the old cowboy


And crawled up in his lap





His Mother asked him later


What he said to the elderly gent


For she watched over her little boy


And the places that he went





The little boy just beamed a smile


And quiet came his reply


“I didn’t say anything,” he said


“I just helped him Cry.”

Whats your Favorite poem???
Brotherhood











There we were,


Just the two of us


Down by Twin Lake,


Skipping flat stones


Picked from shore


Or picking up night crawlers


After last nights rain


And remember when we were


Amazed at how much faster


A turtle can move


Through water than on land,


Those tadpoles become frogs


And chasing after them


Giggling as they wriggled


In our hands


And how we played ball for hours,


Pitching shut outs, hitting homers


And the countless number of knees


We took out of our jeans sliding


Into third base


Or when climbing over


Barbed wire fences


And how we swam until


Our skin was pruned with time,


How we would talk and laugh


For hours sitting on the bank


Fishing with poles made


From limbs off the tree just climbed,


Baiting our hooks with angle worms,


Leeches or grasshoppers


We caught in the hay field nearby?





There we were,


Just the two of us,


Stuttering into the phone,


Calling a girl,


Trying to get up courage


To ask her for a date


And those homely dated tuxedos


We wore to our junior prom


And how handsome we looked


When each of us said, “I do”


And can you recall the moment


As we held our children


For the very first time,


As we gazed lovingly


At the new life that came from our loins,


Becoming responsible fathers,


Working two jobs


Or one we didn’t much care for,


Knowingly providing for those children,


Recalling in such


A seemingly brief moment


That through the worry


And the years they had grown


From babies to adulthood,


Suddenly walking


Them down the isle


To be joined in holy matrimony?





There we were,


Just the two of us,


Proud grandfathers not yet old


And can you see how much


Of me there is in you


And the you that resides in me;


One of us healthy,


The other terminally ill


And what I would give


To be able


To take away your pain


And how near the end,


It was you comforting me,


Knowing your time


To part was coming soon,


Yearning to reside


In your glimpse


Of heaven foreseen?





There we were,


Just the two of us,


As I bitter sweetly rejoiced


You’re parting of body,


Yet forever joined in spirit.


There we were,


Just the two of us,


Down by Twin Lake,


Skipping flat stones


Picked from shore…


That is where


You will be with me always,


Two boys,


Joined forever in brotherhood.





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Reply:That's a stupendous poem. Who wrote that? My favorite poem so far, I must say with sincere modestly, is one I wrote for a very dear friend of mine. She enjoyed it, she accepted it, she was touched by it. So my goals were met.








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Reply:Mines in flander's fields:





In Flanders fields the poppies blow


Between the crosses, row on row


That mark our place; and in the sky


The larks, still bravely singing, fly


Scarce heard amid the guns below.





We are the Dead. Short days ago


We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,


Loved and were loved, and now we lie


In Flanders fields.





Take up our quarrel with the foe:


To you from failing hands we throw


The torch; be yours to hold it high.


If ye break faith with us who die


We shall not sleep, though poppies grow


In Flanders fields.
Reply:i carry your heart with me





i carry your heart with me(i carry it in


my heart)i am never without it(anywhere


i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done


by only me is your doing,my darling)


i fear


no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want


no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)


and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant


and whatever a sun will always sing is you





here is the deepest secret nobody knows


(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud


and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows


higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)


and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart





i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)





ee cummings
Reply:Edgar Allan Poe The Raven
Reply:T IT FOR TAT


BUTTER OR FAT


KICK MY DOG


I'LL KICK YOUR CAT
Reply:My favorite poetry is my own.
Reply:sorry i dont have one but that one is good.
Reply:My favorite poem in English is this beautiful masterpiece written by EE Cummings:





Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond





Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond


any experience,your eyes have their silence:


in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,


or which i cannot touch because they are too near





your slightest look will easily unclose me


though i have closed myself as fingers,


you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens


(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose





or if your wish be to close me, i and


my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,


as when the heart of this flower imagines


the snow carefully everywhere descending;


nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals


the power of your intense fragility:whose texture


compels me with the color of its countries,


rendering death and forever with each breathing





(i do not know what it is about you that closes


and opens;only something in me understands


the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)


nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands





It's considered one of the most beautiful love poems ever written...


What do you think about it??
Reply:The Dream


(Graeme Edge)





When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead


The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.


Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying


Came to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying.


Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.


Love of love, love of life and giving without measure


Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.


Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
Reply:the one i wrote four years ago.








i love blonde, blondes.


i love to look at them all day...


i love to look at them all night...


they are a pretty sight....
Reply:don't laugh at me ( a song)


I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek


a little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth


and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep





I am that


kid on every playground, whose always chosen last


a single teenage mother trying to overcome her past


You don’t have to be my friend if it's too much to ask





Don't laugh at me, don't call me names


Don't get your pleasure from my pain


In God's eyes we're all the same


some day we'll all have perfect Wings


Don’t laugh at me





I'm a cripple on the corner


You pass me on the street


I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat


and don't think I don’t notice that our eyes never meet


I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow line


The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mind


Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard sign





Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names


Don't get your pleasure from my pain


In God's eyes we're all the same


Someday we'll all have perfect wings


Don’t laugh at me





I'm Fat, I'm thin


I'm Short, I'm tall


I'm deaf, I'm blind


Hey aren't we all





Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names


Don't get your pleasure from my pain


In God's eyes we're all the same


Someday we'll all have perfect wings


Don't laugh at me
Reply:The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Reply:Pablo Neruda's "If You Forget Me"





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I love Neruda - also like most all of the Beat Poets. Bukowski and Kerouac my faves.
Reply:Anything by Edgar Allan Poe. Particularly "The Bells" and "The Raven". The dark, gloomy, and sometimes suspensful things seemed to interest me.
Reply:In spite of what my answer is going to be, I do like your poem.





My favourite poem is Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. Not only is it nonsensical, it is total fantasy and too much fun by half to recite (I can do this in just two languages, but I'm sure other translations are just as entertaining). ; )





I am also fond of Shakespeare's Sonnets and Psalm 8 by King David.
Reply:metaphors - sylvia plath





I'm a riddle in nine syllables.


An elephant, a ponderous house,


A melon strolling on two tendrils.


O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!


This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.


Money's new-minted in this fat purse.


I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.


I've eaten a bag of green apples,


Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Reply:I'm with the first responder - The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is my favourite.



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