best poem composer..?

Question

im a poem lover and i was hoping you could give me a nice poem..thanks!

Answer 1

Now that you asked,
I gave myself this task,
Of having something nice for you,
Something to me, of which is new.

Writing a poem, I've never tried.
Couldn't say 'no', for you've been nice.

So here's one, short it might be.
Just to let you see,
What you asked, it can be.

:-) Enjoy

Answer 2

IMPROVISED JOURNEY - HASSAN SANI
I sat up at the tip of my ship.
And I look straight swirling by my ship
At the edges of the sea
I saw the sea kissing the sky
As their intriguing relationship betray the sky
I drift through the blue adrift
But where do I skim?
My hands long to touch the grits of the land

Oh now I can feel my feet
Whiffing the sands of the sea
And just when I was extricate to the dry from the wet
The semblance of the green-district swirled me
And the gargantuan greens I awed
Is conceivably a mile away from me

I wish to settle down for a rest
But the arcane of my idyllic dream-land
Is growing some tall green hair
The arcane of my idyllic hut
Is showing me some mysterious monster
The arcane of my idyllic shelter
Is turning my dreams into nightmare

I look back and I saw the flame of my home
Oh I have travelled a very long journey
But with my improvise journey
I can still see the smoke from my home
Oh I can’t go back to feel the intent on my own.

Answer 3

This is a poem I made up about a month ago :-)

CHANGE

Changing times,
Change in my mind,
Carve a new thought in my brain,
Chip away the old visions,
Perception, hollowed away,
Slicing into a new me,
Burning away the hate,
Filling that hollow,
With a new hope for tomorrow,
My mind is full,
I'm not the same I used to be,
I have hopes, dreams, a future,
I don't like the new me.
Put the old me back,
Keep my suffering,
Keep me alive,
Take the racism,
Shoved that in, let it fry,
Cook my mind black again,
All my dispair, let it deep fat fry,
In the hollow head of darkness,
Why change when I want my sickness!

And no it's not how I feel, I just made it up so :-P

Answer 4

You probably already know the poet but, if you love "love" than I love reading poems that were written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Answer 5

Get Out, Why? Cos I wanna get Sum freakin 10 Points...

Answer 6

poem by Robbie Burns even can be applied to today's terrorists

"On Thanksgiving For A National Victory"

Ye hypocrites are these your pranks
to murder men and give God thanks?
Desist, for shame proceed no further
God does ne want your thanks for murder.

Or this one....
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Or this one....
Columbus
Joaquin Miller
Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas.
The good mate said: “Now must we pray,
For lo! the very stars are gone.
Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?”
“Why, say, ‘Sail on! sail on! and on!’”

“My men grow mutinous day by day;
My men grow ghastly wan and weak.”
The stout mate thought of home; a spray
Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.
“What shall I say, brave Admiral, say,
If we sight naught but seas at dawn?”
“Why, you shall say at break of day,
‘Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!’”

They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,
Until at last the blanched mate said:
“Why, now not even God would know
Should I and all my men fall dead.
These very winds forget their way,
For God from these dread seas is gone.
Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say”—
He said: “Sail on! sail on! and on!”

They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate:
“This mad sea shows his teeth to-night.
He curls his lip, he lies in wait,
With lifted teeth, as if to bite!
Brave Admiral, say but one good word:
What shall we do when hope is gone?”
The words leapt like a leaping sword:
“Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!”

Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck,
And peered through darkness. Ah, that night
Of all dark nights! And then a speck—
A light! A light! A light! A light!
It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!
It grew to be Time’s burst of dawn.
He gained a world; he gave that world
Its grandest lesson: “On! sail on!”

Answer 7

Roses are Red and Violets are Blue,thanks for the points my friend... and good luck to you!!!

Answer 8

sorry I am no poet