KSG_Standard Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 Any favorite poems? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bowdiddley Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 There once was a man from Nantucket.............. wait I might get banned. Never mind.B) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homz Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 "Slouching Towards Bethlehem" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
killyridols Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KSG_Standard Posted May 20, 2009 Author Share Posted May 20, 2009 The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Basshole Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 There once was a man from Nantucket.............. wait I might get banned. Never mind.;) There was a ninja who lived in nantucket who put all his weapons in a bucket and when it started to spin he begain to grin than you best ducket. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FirstMeasure Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 I'm not big on Poetry, but I always Like Robert Frost - "Road Not Taken" and "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homz Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 Slouching towards Bethlehem Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all convictions, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wicked1 Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 Probably will come as no surprise that I'm a huge fan of "The Raven" by Poe. Also love William Ernest Henley's "Invictus." But these are life-long favorites: Lines Written By A Bear Of Very Little Brain On Monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself a lot: "Now is it true, or is it not," "That what is which and which is what?" On Tuesday, when it hails ans snows, the feeling on me grows and grows that hardly anybody knows if those are these or these are those. On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true that who is what and what is who. On Thursday, when it starts to freeze and hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, how very readily one sees that these are whose- but whose are these? on Friday - Also this... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dem00n Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 I wrote one for this girl once...sucks i didnt know she had a bf...if i find it ill post it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Californiaman Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles “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, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steven Tari Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 JOHN I was standing on the inside,With my feelings flowing out. I don't understand the reason, but somewhere it's logical no doubt. Do you feel the coldness slipping in,As if your life is growing thin. Please won't someone explain it to me, this ending doesn't make any sence at all. My life has been for the love and the people,I didn't have much time for my family at all. I finally worked and got my life together,Such an ill begining such a trecherous fall. I found love had true meaning, And is a feeling I've allways shared. I tried to share those feelings,In a way a poet only dared. Then my life came to an abrubt ending, In a way I couldn't see. I loved the world and the people, Why couldn't the people share this love with me? My life has been for the love and the people,I didn't have much time for my family at all. I finally worked and got my life together, such an ill begining such a trecherous fall. Time comes and time will go, Your time will come to. So if you have love in your heart, Get out in the world and show it's true. Have you ever wondered why it is, That men that love their fellow man. When they come out to share it, Their life ends all to soon. My life has been for the love and the people, I didn't have much time for my family at all. I finally worked and got my life together, Such an ill begining such a trecherous fall. I was standing on the inside, With my feelings flowing out. I don't understand the reason, But somewhere it's logical no doubt. Do you feel the coldness slipping in,As if your life is growing thin. Please won't someone explain it to me,This ending doesn't make any sence at all. This was written by Me the night John Lennon Was Gunned Down ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tuckomf Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 im (an) e e cummings fanatic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bluemoon Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 When I die bury me deep Put a stereo at my feet Put some headphones on my head And forever play the Grateful Dead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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