Anyone have a favorite poem?

Answer 1

Philosophy 361

The last few minutes
Of the last day
We asked the final question:
What[apostrophe]s the rational thing to do?
Which is to say what would I do
If I was clear-headed
Logical
And knew everything
Which is to say if I were God.

It seems to me --
Though my memory[apostrophe]s poor
I used to be
Once, long ago
I seem to remember
That I laughed a lot.

Answer 2

"Daddy" by Sylvia Plath is definately a favourite of mine...

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

And my latest fave is "For whom the bell tolls" by John Donne

Answer 3

Dance in The Dark






what if i was in love with a dirty homeless fool he is morbidly obese toothless and cruel he hits me often and calls me a worthless whore



what if i was in love with a serial killer rapist hill billy he also happens to be toothless he lives behind my house in a run down little shack



what if i was in love with all the things in life deranged dark and twisted what if i only believe in words that go unsaid



what if i was in love with the darkness awake every morning and wait for the sunset so i can dance underneath the moonlit sky naked with the undead



what if i was in love with all that is damaged or broken and flawed would you put me on your block list and never call , what if i told you, i have never been in love at all...

this one is my favorite

Answer 4

My favorite peom would have to be "The Road Not taken" This poem is such a great one... It has touched my life over and over again...

Answer 5

My Favourite is Footprints in the sand its the most beautiful poem heres a link to it i recieved a copy of it when i was a kid i love it


http://www.markhargrave.com/index_012.htm

Answer 6

Desiderata

Answer 7

Edgar Allen Poe he is great i like most of his work not only his poems but his sonnets and short stories ect.

Answer 8

As ever greater glory springs
From ruins of the broken past
and sin its own repentance brings
till man stands perfect at last

Answer 9

Yep...
I finially met the perfect girl,
I couldn't ask for more,
She's deaf & dumb and oversexed
and owns a liquor store......

Answer 10

Ogden Nash wrote one of my favorites

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.