do yall know any good poems??

Answer 1

i know all good poems.

Answer 2

I don't know if your into these sort of poems but I wrote it recently....

Nothing felt better in his hands
Metal that was slick and cold
This held his fate
Sealed inside a bullet
Just one thing to do
Then it would all be over
He smiled to his reflection
This would free him
He would finally be happy
The teasing
The bullying
The screaming
The nightmares
Especially those
The blood on all those children
The moans of the dead
Waking up with their scratches
Yes, this is best
Placing the metal to his skull
He finally felt at peace
Death was always on his mind
But now he didn't have to think anymore
All the happy moments in his life
Took all less than a second
He found a smiling face in it all
A small girl the age of three
His sister minutes before the blast
'Yes, this is best.' He thought
He pulled the trigger smoothly
He saw his sister
They are hand in hand now
The first smile spreads across his face
He's finally loved, welcomed

Answer 3

This is my favorite.


Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (1923)
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.

Answer 4

"The Man In The Glass"

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day

Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say

For it isn’t your parents…your children… or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass

The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you are a straight shooter chum
And call you a wonderful guy

But the man in the glass says you’re a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye

He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he’s with you clear to the end

And you’ve passed your most dangerous difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend

You may fool the world down the pathway of life
And get pats on the back as you pass

But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass

Answer 5

What kind of poems are you looking for? I like:

Inspiring: If - Rudyard Kipling
Funny: Colonel Fazackerly, or Elliots stuff on cats.
Touching: I Care - don't know the source, it comes now and then as a forward.

Answer 6

The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone
Just her and I
Her hair so soft
Her eyes so blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
To place my hand
On her breasts
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread

Her legs apart
And when she did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time
Milking a COW!

Answer 7

You can find a lot of good poems at poetry.com
I even have a few on there.

Answer 8

Lyrical Poem: So we will circulate not extra A-Roving So we will circulate not extra a-roving So previous due into the evening, however the guts nonetheless be as loving, And the moon nonetheless be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the guts could pause to respire, And love itself have relax. however the evening exchange into made for loving, And the day returns too quickly, yet we will circulate not extra a-roving via the gentle of the moon. — George Gordon, Lord Byron Tanka poems: There are 5 strains in a Tanka poem. Line one - 5 syllables desirable mountains Line 2 - 7 syllables Rivers with chilly, chilly water. Line 3 - 5 syllable White chilly snow on rocks Line 4 - 7 syllables trees over the region with frost Line 5 - 7 syllables White sparkly snow everywhere. Metaphor poem: Shall I evaluate Thee To A summer season's Day Sonnet 18 William Shakespeare Shall I evaluate thee to a summer season's day? Thou paintings extra wonderful and extra temperate. tough winds do shake the darling buds of could, And summer season's hire hath all too short a date. sometime too warm the attention of heaven shines, and usually is his gold complexion dimmed; and each honest from honest sometime declines, via twist of destiny, or nature's changing path untrimmed. yet thy eternal summer season shall no longer fade Nor lose possession of that honest thou ow'st; Nor shall dying brag thou wand'relax in his colour, while in eternal strains to time thou improve'st. see you later as adult men can breathe or eyes can see, see you later lives this, and this provides existence to thee.

Answer 9

There are tons.

Here are some poets for your search.

Silvia Plath,
Langston Hughes,
Al Ginsberg,
TS Elliot,
Robert Frost,
and of course myself.

Answer 10

I personally like

This too shall pass away by Theodore Tilton

Contact me if you like that one