anyone can share any great poem? Perhaps web link or written out?

Answer 1

Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

Answer 2

Two of my three memorized poems by various authors.

Tomorrow...

I have tomorrow
In my dreams of today
I am the future
I'll find the way.

You are the yesterday
Gone like the sun
You are the memories
Fading one by one.

Today when I saw you
I remembered our past
We shared something special
It just didn't last.

I can't stay any longer
I have to move on
To look for the future
Yesterday's gone.

Kind of a funny one that I remember from when I was younger -

Good morning

The sun was shining brightly
and I could hardly wait
to ponder out my window
and gaze at my estate

The breeze was blowing briskly
It made the flowers sway
the garden was enchanting
on this inspiring day.

My eyes fell on a little bird
with the cutest yellow bill
I beckoned him to come and light
upon my windowsill.

I smiled at him so cheerfully
and gave him crusts of bread.
Then quickly closed the window
and smashed his F*cking head.

Answer 3

I am in love with a man
who is gone now
hunting for a vision
his bones know the scent of it
his hands full with of
intuition and praise
what he lacks
he seeks
and I watch him
from my hill
as he treads
the country side
and splits the great
and fertile valleys
like the hips of
a woman
he has loved
for centuries
in many forms
as an eagle, a warrier, a stone.
I love him
over there
far from me.
poem by Jewel

Answer 4

on my own - Edgar Allen Poe From adolescence's hour I even have not been As others have been — I even have not considered As others observed — i could not deliver My passions from a hardship-loose spring — From the comparable source I even have not taken My sorrow — i could not awaken My coronary heart to excitement on the comparable tone — And all I lov'd — I lov'd on my own — Then — in my adolescence — interior the daybreak Of a maximum stormy life — grew to become into drawn From ev'ry intensity of sturdy and ill The secret which binds me nonetheless — From the torrent, or the fountain — From the pink cliff of the mountain — From the solar that 'around me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold — From the lightning interior the sky because it bypass'd me flying via — From the thunder, and the typhoon — And the cloud that took the type (while something of Heaven grew to become into blue) Of a demon for my area. or: Funeral Blues - W.H. Auden end each and all of the clocks, decrease off the telephone, ward off the canines from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum deliver out the coffin, enable the mourners come. enable aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message he's lifeless. placed crepe bows around the white necks of the known public doves, enable the site visitors policemen placed on black cotton gloves. He grew to become into my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday relax, My midday, my evening, my communicate, my music; i presumed that love might final constantly: i grew to become into incorrect. the celebs at the instant are not wanted now; placed out all and sundry, p.c.. up the moon and dismantle the solar, Pour away the sea and sweep up the woods; For not something now can ever come to any sturdy.

Answer 5

GREAT epic poem--Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. Can't write it out--too long. Here's a link to it on-line. http://www.poetry-online.org/coleridge_rime_of_the_ancient_mariner.htm

Answer 6

personally, I love Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken." Traditional, I know, but it touches me.

Answer 7

You can read my work at: http://www.witchvox.com/poetry/po_poetlist.html?id=213640