Whats your Favorite poem???

Question

Tell me your best or favorite poem. I myself am into western poetry and this one is one of my favorites.


He was just a little boy
Barely old enough to tie his shoe
He was outside playing
Like little boys tend to do

Out behind the bunkhouse
An old cowboy sat beneath the tree
So he wandered over like little boys do
To see what he could see.

He knew nothing of life’s travails
He’d only lived in this one place
When he walked over to the old cowboy
He could see teardrops on his face

The old man sat there lonesome
For his wife had passed away
The little boy felt his sorrow
And wondered what he should say

Then he found the answer
Like his Daddy’s stories before his nap
He walked over to the old cowboy
And crawled up in his lap

His Mother asked him later
What he said to the elderly gent
For she watched over her little boy
And the places that he went

The little boy just beamed a smile
And quiet came his reply
“I didn’t say anything,” he said
“I just helped him Cry.”

Answer 1

Brotherhood



There we were,
Just the two of us
Down by Twin Lake,
Skipping flat stones
Picked from shore
Or picking up night crawlers
After last nights rain
And remember when we were
Amazed at how much faster
A turtle can move
Through water than on land,
Those tadpoles become frogs
And chasing after them
Giggling as they wriggled
In our hands
And how we played ball for hours,
Pitching shut outs, hitting homers
And the countless number of knees
We took out of our jeans sliding
Into third base
Or when climbing over
Barbed wire fences
And how we swam until
Our skin was pruned with time,
How we would talk and laugh
For hours sitting on the bank
Fishing with poles made
From limbs off the tree just climbed,
Baiting our hooks with angle worms,
Leeches or grasshoppers
We caught in the hay field nearby?

There we were,
Just the two of us,
Stuttering into the phone,
Calling a girl,
Trying to get up courage
To ask her for a date
And those homely dated tuxedos
We wore to our junior prom
And how handsome we looked
When each of us said, “I do”
And can you recall the moment
As we held our children
For the very first time,
As we gazed lovingly
At the new life that came from our loins,
Becoming responsible fathers,
Working two jobs
Or one we didn’t much care for,
Knowingly providing for those children,
Recalling in such
A seemingly brief moment
That through the worry
And the years they had grown
From babies to adulthood,
Suddenly walking
Them down the isle
To be joined in holy matrimony?

There we were,
Just the two of us,
Proud grandfathers not yet old
And can you see how much
Of me there is in you
And the you that resides in me;
One of us healthy,
The other terminally ill
And what I would give
To be able
To take away your pain
And how near the end,
It was you comforting me,
Knowing your time
To part was coming soon,
Yearning to reside
In your glimpse
Of heaven foreseen?

There we were,
Just the two of us,
As I bitter sweetly rejoiced
You’re parting of body,
Yet forever joined in spirit.
There we were,
Just the two of us,
Down by Twin Lake,
Skipping flat stones
Picked from shore…
That is where
You will be with me always,
Two boys,
Joined forever in brotherhood.

Mbp©2002

Answer 2

Edgar Allan Poe The Raven

Answer 3

The Dream
(Graeme Edge)

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.

Answer 4

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Answer 5

My favorite poem in English is this beautiful masterpiece written by EE Cummings:

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

It's considered one of the most beautiful love poems ever written...
What do you think about it??

Answer 6

In spite of what my answer is going to be, I do like your poem.

My favourite poem is Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. Not only is it nonsensical, it is total fantasy and too much fun by half to recite (I can do this in just two languages, but I'm sure other translations are just as entertaining). ; )

I am also fond of Shakespeare's Sonnets and Psalm 8 by King David.

Answer 7

Mines in flander's fields:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Answer 8

Anything by Edgar Allan Poe. Particularly "The Bells" and "The Raven". The dark, gloomy, and sometimes suspensful things seemed to interest me.

Answer 9

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

Answer 10

I'm with the first responder - The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is my favourite.