BEST POEMs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

Question

I need VERY GOOD poems by famous writers...one poem........
NOT TOO BIG PLEASE........

Thanks in Advance............................

Answer 1

Hmmmm .... two people asking this question ....

I tend to agree with a previous poster who suggested The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

But you might also consider Trees by Joyce Kilmer, simple and to the point.

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

If you are interested in nature, consider this one ...

Fog
Carl Sandburg

The fog creeps in on little cat feet.
It sits on silent haunches,
Looking over harbor and city,
And then moves on.

Or the poem that is part of The Lay of the Last Minstrel by Sir Walter Scott ....

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

Finally, Crossing the Bar by Alfred, Lord Tennyson is a powerful poem ....

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

I hope this helps. Good luck with your work.

Answer 2

Can you tell me it about what? i have some poem about Love if you like i can write it for you ,
OK.
Love you forever..

Till the sun shining
Till the birds stops singing
Till the stars stops sparkling
Till the earth stops spinning
I will love you..

Till the time thorns do not hurt
Till the time flowers look ugly
Till the mountain crumble
Till the fire inside me dies
I will love you..

Till the snow stops begin withe
Till the night being dark
Till the sky stops begin blue
I will love you..

Till the feeling vanish
Till these thought disappear
Till the number end
I love you..

Till the angels kill
Till the devil cries
Till the hell dries
I love you..

Till no living thing lives
Till the time ends & beyound
& even after that..
I will love you Forever..

Anne Sherily

Answer 3

here are two of my favorite poems. Short but they touch the heart.

Remember
by Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830-1894

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

SONG
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830-1894)

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

Hope you like them as much as i do.

Answer 4

There's a very good poem by a famous poet called Mictian that's nice and short. Try that one.

Or how about:

"Paradise Lost" John Milton
(not very long)

"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Answer 5

oh i have slipped the surly bonds of earth, put out my hand and touched the face of god.
John Gillespie Magee jr.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!---An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,---
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen

If I should die, think only this of me: that there is some corner of a foreign field, that is forever england
Rupert Brooke

Answer 6

"Trees"
by Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are written by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Answer 7

Roses a red,
My balls are blue,
You're a fat liar and I hate you.

Answer 8

"Fleas" by Ogden Nash
Adam,
Had 'em.


Is that short enuff?

Answer 9

google it yourself you lazybird!

Answer 10

ok