Do you know any good poems?

Question

I don't want edgar allen poe poems!

Answer 1

I like:
"If" by Rudyard Kipling
Jane Kenyon
Theodore Roetke
Wordsworth
Longfellow
Robert Frost
e.e. cummings
Emily Dickinson
Check these out, you'll find some good poems.

Answer 2

Who I Am !





An Excellent poem about the Muslim Woman.


What do you see
when you look at me
Do you see someone limited,
or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair

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Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

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They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'

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Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

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They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice

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They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

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All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

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Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above

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On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

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Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty

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See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy

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Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind

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Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause

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I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight

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The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

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We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight

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You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt

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So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated

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We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure

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So when people ask you how you feel about the hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good' ;)

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Answer 3

Martin S!!!

You Rock!! I went to your website and I am thoroughly impressed!! Praise the Lord for the REAL men!!

Whoops sorry...i have some stuff too, poetry that i write too. Here's the end of one titled "Kill God?" And I'm not fishing for compliments or affirmation, just groovin' (smile).

Thunderstorms tornadoes earthquakes and rain, oceans, springs lakes
and the Wisconsin River that houses the Dells,
All mountains majestic and the Earth's terrains and trails,
Even evolution can't conjure up these as mere configured tales.

There is the missing link, which will forever remain nil
touting the minds of whoever will,
The thing that they face, the foe that remains still
To wipe this all out it's God you'll have to kill !!

It's a six stanza poem, but I wouldn't dare put it all on here.lol

Answer 4

O Captain, My Captain, by Whitman
Solitude, by Wilcox
Flanders Fields, by McCrae
The Arrow and the Song, by Longfellow
Water Night, by Paz
The Tyger, by Blake
Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Frost

You're missing out if you don't like Poe's work.

Answer 5

I have always loved the beautiful and lonely poem by William Butlet Yeats entitled "The Wild Swans at Coole." The poem is about Yeats sitting and watching the swans land into a lake, pair by pair, yet one lands alone and he comes to identify with that lonely, mateless swan.

I also love "Talking In Bed" by Philip Larkin. It is a very truthful poem about how it becomes less and less easy for lovers to just lay in bed talking to one another.

Answer 6

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You ----

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

~~This is an exert from a Syliva Plath poem called Daddy. She is a wonderful poet. Her imagry has no bounds.~~~

Answer 7

The first third, and fifth stanza are a boy talking to his dead father, the second fourth, and sixth are the fathers reply. It is my favorite poem! I think you will like it.
Truly
I called you and there was no sound
I stared you staight in the eye, but you would not stare back
Reality came, grabbed me, and shook me, and said he's gone
Are you truly gone?
Could you truly leave me?

When you called me I did answer
My body cannot stare at you for I am no longer there
That does not make me gon
Just no longer in one place
I have not left you I was ther all along

I touched you but you did not feel
I looked at you and saw nothing
You are no where to be found
You truly were not there
You truly could not comfort me

I am in the wind
Stand in it, and you will feel me
Listen to it, and you will hear me
Stare closly, and you will see me
I know that someday you will find me

I weep for you in my days
For how am I to stop
If you have truly left me
With the ache of my heart to follow
You must be truly gone

Do not weep for me, for I weep for you
Your heart must rejoice, not ache for me
I am free, ohh listen to me
I rome freely, But I never left you
I am truly there

I wrote this poem when I was 12 years old because my brothers dad was murdered. I wrote it for him with love, and I hope you like it. I have lots more if you want to read a few. email me at [e-mail]

Answer 8

You can read some of the poems I've written, many of which have been published by the International Society of Poets. One of them is being published this month in their new book called Immortal Verses.

http://web.express56.com/~bromar/html/pad.html

Answer 9

Home sweet home by John Howard Payne
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead-Alfred Lord Tennyson

The first extols the virtues of home.The second is about a young woman who wouldn't cry when they brought her warrior husband dead.She holds her grief tight until they lay her child on her knee.Her final words 'sweet child I live for thee' is profound.

Answer 10

From Now Until Forever

I’ve never known a love like yours
Nor thought it could be true,
But every time I kiss your lips
I feel what love can do

With hair like silk
And lips so tender,
Each moment with you
Makes my heart surrender

I couldn’t live, I couldn’t breathe
Without you by my side,
Never will I let you go,
My love will never hide

And in my heart you’ll always be
From now until forever,
No matter what, no matter where
We’ll always be together