What is the most beautiful poem?

Answer 1

I find the most beautiful poem is The Curve of Your Eyes written by Eluard:

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
A ring of sweetness and dance
halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived through
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine.

Leaves of day and moss of dew,
Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,
Wings covering the world of light,
Boats charged with sky and sea,
Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns
that beds forever on the straw of stars,
As the day depends on innocence
The whole world depends on your pure eyes
And all my blood flows under their sight.

I hope you like it :-)

Answer 2

Check out the love poems of Rumi. They are the most passionate, gorgeous poems i've ever laid my eyes on. Theres one that begins... ' a lover once asked his beloved...' i'm so sorry i don't know the name of the poem, but if you like poems, look it up, you won't be disappointed, promise.
Other than that, 'Do not stand at my grave a weep' is a very beautiful poem.

Answer 3

Fern Hill by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas!

So much passion and visualisation!

If only more people read poetry, maybe we would have a better understand and less problems in the world by uniting in a global harmony found not in a computer game or TV programme but in the bliss of the human mind and soul, the warmth of the human heart!

Answer 4

Psalms 3:16

Answer 5

Tears of a Nation it is as fallows

I met a man of many colors
And a tear was upon his cheek.
"Old man" I ask, "why do you cry
With such an agonizing weep?"


"Oh child" this man he says to me,
"My heart is broken in so many ways
That I believe this day to end
Will find me out stretched and far within
The encompassing earth of sin."


I sat down beside this man
And asked him "do not cry.
For what you think is so bad
That life will pass you by?"


He looks at me with such sad eyes.
And weeps ever more.
He holds his hands out to me
And alas, I do see
The anguish of his heart.


For his hands were different colors
One is red and the other white,
A leg he unclothed for me
Was as yellow as could be
And his other leg as black as night.


"I am the father of the world.
In case you do not know.
And my children have grown apart
And fight among themselves.


For when they do not get along
My arms and legs and hands and feet
Destroys the very life of me.


My hands of red and white
Will not feed this face of night.
And my legs of black and yellow,
Will not stand beneath this body
And support my heart and soul.


For they argue far too much,
And now I have grown old.


So here I sit in this haven
Of unwelcomeness.
And when this day ends,
A father I will not be.
For my children of many nations
Have forgotten how to accompany me.


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Its a Native American Poem

Answer 6

I don't know the name of it, but I love that poem that get's read out at the bloke's funeral in Four Weddings. I'm not much into poetry generally (more of a novels girl) but that one I do like.

Answer 7

Daffodils by Wordsworth, 1804

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...........

Answer 8

A poem which is written about relationship , which reflects original idea of the writer.

Answer 9

I love the sonnets by Will
this is my favorite

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair some time declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm`d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Answer 10

Ode on a Grecian Urn