can't believe i forgot its national poetry month

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i CANNOT believe i started this sooner. anyway april is national poetry month, in lieu of that why don't we share some of our favorite poems?? whether its yours or your favorite authors, let's see what kinda stuff gets posted, i'll start. i LOVE this girl name's sarah kay, this is one of my favorite pieces by her called "jellyfish" (silly name, watch it anyway she's brilliant)

YouTube - Sarah Kay performs Jellyfish

if u don't wanna post a poem, we could also discuss the meaning of any of the poems posted. if ur not into poetry don't waste our time flooding with posts telling us we're douches or fuckwads, this is solely for people into the written arts
 

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Stopping by 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 without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost
 

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In middle school, I had a math teacher who would always read Shel Silverstein poems to the class when there was extra time.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows lack
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
And watch were the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes, we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein
 

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In middle school, I had a math teacher who would always read Shel Silverstein poems to the class when there was extra time.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows lack
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
And watch were the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes, we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein

amen, and we always cracked up at the one that said something to the effect of "he has to (something) and i have to pee)
 

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Oh, there is a poem that I remember reading in my senior english class. It was rather funny and I remember the whole class liked it. It is an old poem and I have no idea who it was written by. It is about a husband and a wife and all I remember is something about "get up and bard the door", or something like that. Does anyone have an idea what I am talking about?
 

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Hmmm... okay, I'll see if I can find that poem. Maybe that is it. For some reason I thought it was a man and his wife, but, that was two years ago, I could be mistaken. Thanks!

(Sorry the link won't work for you :( )
 

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OHHH

Okay, "A Light in the Attic" is a book of poems by Shel Silverstein... ahhhhh okay. It's all making sense now. Thank you.
 

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To His Mistress Going to Bed


Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you, that now 'tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with that wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow;
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Received by men; thou angel bring'st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally, as to a midwife, show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
Here is no penance, much less innocence.
To teach thee, I am naked first, why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.

John Donne

 

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Someone has made this poem into a song, and when I was in junior high, we sang it in choir. I think both the song and the poem are very beautiful.

A Red, Red Rose

Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.


Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.


And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns
 

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omg i totally forgot too! tanks fo remindingg meeeeeeeee!! here is one omf my afves from e.e. cummings =)

may i feel said he...

e.e. cummings

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
 

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omg i totally forgot too! tanks fo remindingg meeeeeeeee!! here is one omf my afves from e.e. cummings =)

may i feel said he...

e.e. cummings

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

Oooh! That's HOT!

Thank you for sharing!!!
 

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i've always liked Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice." it's catchy and (lol) easy to memorize:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

i also like Robert Browning's "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came"

and i think of a lot of Bob Dylan's lyrics as being poetic. one of my favorites is "All Along the Watchtower":

[FONT=Courier, Courier New]"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."[/FONT]

[FONT=Courier, Courier New]"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."[/FONT]

[FONT=Courier, Courier New]All along the watchtower, princes kept the view[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.[/FONT]

[FONT=Courier, Courier New]Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier, Courier New]Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.[/FONT]
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