What's your favorite poem?

[Paroxysm]

ouch...
do say, that is quite sad.
The man had everything that everyone wanted.. just shot himself

That's why the pursuit of happiness is preferable over having everything you want.

[[MPGH]Dave84311]

Heres mine:
I have a feeling, that tonights gonna be a good night, that tonights gonna be a good night, that tonights gonna be a good good night...

[Paroxysm]

Heres mine:
I have a feeling, that tonights gonna be a good night, that tonights gonna be a good night, that tonights gonna be a good good night...

This is truly a bold and profound statement, the depth of this is immeasurable. When I read it my knees buckled. This is undoubtly the most accurate representation of the whole of human experience. Thank you Dave, for sharing this beautiful work of literature with us.

[[MPGH]Toxin]

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.
- Robert Frost

[Paroxysm]

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.
- Robert Frost

Sorry to say this but....

#7

[bloddyapache]

I only read the first one you posted.
Whoopsie...

i dont think any1 read all of them

[[MPGH]arunforce]

tupac /rawk

[Czar]

Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

Wilde.

(If you somehow posted this Paroxysm.. just don't tell me.)

[LegendaryAbbo]

Heres mine:
I have a feeling, that tonights gonna be a good night, that tonights gonna be a good night, that tonights gonna be a good good night...

I could've sworn that it is I gotta feeling not I have a feeling

This is truly a bold and profound statement, the depth of this is immeasurable. When I read it my knees buckled. This is undoubtly the most accurate representation of the whole of human experience. Thank you Dave, for sharing this beautiful work of literature with us.

So gettin' you to help me when I have to do essay.

[Paroxysm]

So gettin' you to help me when I have to do essay.

I charge by the word and double for every word over 5 syllables.

Fern Hill- Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

[[MPGH]Ghost]

umm....never REALLY got into poems...so i know no names

[Paroxysm]

MPGH has 330977 members, only 4 of them have poetry to share.
.0000007% of mpgh.

[[MPGH]Ghost]

most of us are just not into that kind of stuff...

[Paroxysm]

most of us are just not into that kind of stuff...

Trust me I have no illusions regarding how big the poetry base of MPGH is. Now.

[Boombox]

what the hell is a poem