what is your favorite poem?

what is your favorite poem?

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cellardoor

Owensboro, KY

#1 Jan 20, 2013
I'm curious
Bored

Owensboro, KY

#2 Jan 20, 2013
What's a poem?
hmmm

Chicago, IL

#3 Jan 20, 2013
cellardoor wrote:
I'm curious
What's yours?
whitman

Chicago, IL

#4 Jan 20, 2013
from Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

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Since: Jan 13

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#5 Jan 20, 2013
No Man Is An Island
John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Lol

Chicago, IL

#6 Jan 20, 2013
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 could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

“I'm almost awesome”

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Since: Dec 12

jersey city

#7 Jan 20, 2013
The Young British Soldier

When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an''e drinks like a beast,
An''e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
So-oldier ~OF~ the Queen!

Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an''ark to my lay,
An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what's fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ...

First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers' huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out your guts --
Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your butts --
An' it's bad for the young British soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier ...

When the cholera comes -- as it will past a doubt --
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
An' it crumples the young British soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier ...

But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You ~must~ wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier ...

If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it's beer for the young British soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier ...

Now, if you must marry, take care she is old --
A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,
For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.
'Nough,'nough,'nough for a soldier ...

If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch 'em -- you'll swing, on my oath!--
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both,
An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier ...

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier ...

When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier ...

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier ...

If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier ...

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier ~of~ the Queen!
Rudyard Kipling
deadpoetssociety

Chicago, IL

#8 Jan 20, 2013
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

“Still counting”

Since: Jan 13

Owensboro

#9 Jan 20, 2013
A mermaid saw a swimming lad
picked him for her own.
pressed her body to his body
laughed ; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeats

I'm having it tattooed on my back.:)

“I'm almost awesome”

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jersey city

#10 Jan 20, 2013
Lisa_is_allinkedup wrote:
A mermaid saw a swimming lad
picked him for her own.
pressed her body to his body
laughed ; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeats
I'm having it tattooed on my back.:)
I had to read that a few times. Kind of sad as I make it? It's simple, but I like it.
package big

United States

#11 Jan 20, 2013
Lisa_is_allinkedup wrote:
A mermaid saw a swimming lad
picked him for her own.
pressed her body to his body
laughed ; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeats
I'm having it tattooed on my back.:)
that is as ignorant as you. go get a couple more tattoos trailer trash. smh
frost

Owensboro, KY

#13 Jan 20, 2013
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Can't copy and past right now, or I would put the whole poem up here.
hah

Owensboro, KY

#14 Jan 20, 2013
package big wrote:
<quoted text>that is as ignorant as you. go get a couple more tattoos trailer trash. smh
it's beautiful!

“Still counting”

Since: Jan 13

Owensboro

#15 Jan 20, 2013
big package wrote:
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I had to read that a few times. Kind of sad as I make it? It's simple, but I like it.
Yeah its sad. But when I love someone I have this tendency to "drown " them in it. I've learned the hard way you can kill love if you forget to let it breathe.:)

“Still counting”

Since: Jan 13

Owensboro

#16 Jan 20, 2013
package big wrote:
<quoted text> that is as ignorant as you. go get a couple more tattoos trailer trash. smh
I love haters. Lets me know I'm doing something right. Bless your heart. You keep on hating and I'll keep on being free and fabulous! Love ya babe! Muah! ;)

“I'm almost awesome”

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Since: Dec 12

jersey city

#17 Jan 20, 2013
Lisa_is_allinkedup wrote:
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Yeah its sad. But when I love someone I have this tendency to "drown " them in it. I've learned the hard way you can kill love if you forget to let it breathe.:)
It sounds like you've learned a few things along the way, so that's good. Becoming aware of something and at least knowing how to fix it can certainly help you going forward. It's cool that you chose that as your favorite poem.:-)
keats

Owensboro, KY

#18 Jan 20, 2013
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pains to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path;
Nor dare he view alone, his future doom which is to awake!
G-nomie1

United States

#19 Jan 20, 2013
Lisa_is_allinkedup wrote:
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I love haters. Lets me know I'm doing something right. Bless your heart. You keep on hating and I'll keep on being free and fabulous! Love ya babe! Muah! ;)
you don't have haters, people really do hate you. Sorry to burst your bubble simple minded b!tch.

“I'm almost awesome”

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Since: Dec 12

jersey city

#20 Jan 20, 2013
Lisa_is_allinkedup wrote:
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I love haters. Lets me know I'm doing something right. Bless your heart. You keep on hating and I'll keep on being free and fabulous! Love ya babe! Muah! ;)
LOL Great attitude Lisa. They are seriously broken huh? I mean damaged goods. I KNOW for a fact one of these losers was just abusing the hell out of his wife and she finally left him. Thank God for her, but now he stalks the forums spewing his hate here. He's one of my 'fans'. Psychologists would have a field day with some of these guys. Homophobes, woman haters, conspiracy theory wonks. I'm generally NOT a fan of girls with tons of tats, but I have seen a few that I liked. The cool thing is if it makes YOU happy, that's all that matters.

“I'm almost awesome”

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Since: Dec 12

jersey city

#21 Jan 20, 2013
G-nomie1 wrote:
<quoted text> you don't have haters, people really do hate you. Sorry to burst your bubble simple minded b!tch.
Don't you have your own 'bitch' to beat on?

No I suppose you don't, do you? Hmmm. Wonder why? You seem like such a catch.

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