what is your favorite poem?

Question

and by who?

Answer 1

Shoot! I have so many favorites!!
Here's just one: "Silver" by Walter de la Mare.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
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Ahhh, this poem just makes me feel so peaceful. :)

Answer 2

Annabel Lee and The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe. I also really like The Raven by EAP. But the one I always read in times of need is this one...

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes by Frances WIlliam Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Answer 3

The Raven and Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

Answer 4

Anything by Shel Silverstien is good. But my favorite poem goes:

Take my hand and hold it tight
For I will not fail you here tonight
For failing you I fail myself
And put my soul upon a shelf
In Hells library with out light
I will not fail you here tonight

Its from The Book of Counted Sorrows by Dean Koontz

Answer 5

My favorite poem is El Dorado, by Edgar A. Poe.

Answer 6

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

Answer 7

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;

And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.

But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near,

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.

I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.

I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.

O, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.

They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.

This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime,

From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.


by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Answer 8

Walt Whitman's: From Pent Up Aching Rivers. It's stimulating.

Answer 9

Mending Wall by Robert Frost.

Answer 10

Alone by E A Poe. But I love most all poetry. I also like Tiger Tiger (or whatever the title is) by W Blake.

Answer 11

one of my all-time favorites is The Splendor Falls by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.