What's your favorite poem?

Question

Mine is sonnet 18-shall i compare thee to a summers day
(william shakespeare)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Answer 1

'The Wasteland' by T.S. Eliot

Answer 2

That's a beautiful one.........have to admit I am a great fan of Shakespeare's Sonnets. Difficult to choose between these two......enjoy :)

Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Answer 3

There are many but seeing as this is Valentines day I will go with a romantic work. I heard this one read by Sir John Gielgud - gorgeous.

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face; 10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Answer 4

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

It's also the longest poem I have ever memorized, but I have to admit, putting nonsense aside, Shakespeare would be my favorite. You chose an excellent poem, there's so much emotion in it.

Answer 5

The feelings swell inside,

And my head fills with haze,

On warm spring days,

When’er I talk with you,

Never telling you the things I hide,

Inside my mind,

Behind these eyes,

Things I want to tell you,

I think we’re friends, maybe more I hope,

I want to ask you sometime,

But now is not that time,

Though soon, I think you shall discover,

What I feel deep inside this cove,

Inside this mind,

And someday I shall tell you,

Just how I feel underneath this cover,

These brown eyes,

My disguise,

And then, you shall know,

How I feel, deep inside this mind

Answer 6

My faviorte poem is the "An Answer Question" by Tabitha Robin. She is a new author fixing to get her book published. It is so cool you should check her out. I love her work and we have the same name how cool is that.

Answer 7

"The Bells" by Edger Allen Poe. I love it. He's a bit dark, but awesome nevertheless.
Hope you get the chance to read it someday!
=D

Answer 8

This be the verse by Phillip Larkin

Answer 9

Green eggs and Ham.