What poem inspires you the most?

Question

If you have a favorite one could you please state the title and author. I like Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost.

Answer 1

The road not taken - robert frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Answer 2

My Fave Poem is dulce et decorum est by wilfred owen.
Its a war poem and it really hit me when i first heard this poem, 4yrs ago in GCSE english, but i have always loved it, and it makes me think and be greatful to all the brave men that went to war to give us a better life, and all the men and women that are currently fighting a war.
It vididly describes the horrors of only one situation, makes you think about all the other situations they would have been in, and what happened.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
knock-kennd, coughing like hags, we cursed through the 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 on fire or lime...
Dim through the mist panes and think 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 whiteeyes writhering in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's ick of sin:
If you could hear at every jolt the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
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*

*It is sweet and fitting to die for your country

Answer 3

"The Road not Taken" by Robert Frost. The ending ALWAYS gets me, 'I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.' I love Robert Frost; great, great poet.

Answer 4

IF
by, Rudyard Kipling.


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

Answer 5

As if I am in a rain of love
I had got wet sopping
I have no umbrella
And no place as quiet to keep.
Actually I want to get wet frankly.
Want to be soaked to the skin.


This love is getting full in my palm,
Overflowing .
I don’t want to be wasted every drop.
Let it get full in my heart.
Let it relieve me.

I want to sun rise together rain at same time.
Let it illimunate everywhere,
And my heart.
I want to that light,
That sun,
And you.

Answer 6

There once was a poker game at Dante's
Where a fine young thing lost her panties
She blushed, Looked around
Surprised to what she found
All the men were raising their anties...

~Dave Allen

Answer 7

Small Pain In My Chest, by Michael Mack

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light.

"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest -
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."

As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.
"Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."

"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."

"I looked around to get some aid - the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth - bodies on the ground.
I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest."

"I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteen
And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen.
"Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,
Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest."

"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?"

"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.
"It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest ..........
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.

I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;
I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.

Answer 8

the one about a midget slam dunkin a basketball