2007-02-27 05:57:39 · 12 answers · asked by floof3r 3 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
My favorite poems are ones I've written....some are even published by poetry.com
Here's a few of my faves.....They're all copyrighted
I AM
I might not be a super model girl
and I'm not a perfect ten
I might not look how you want me to
but I know I am what I am
You can't change the way I look
or the things I like to do
You may try to run my life but
I can run it better than you
Don't say the things that hurt me
Respect and love me for who I am
Do not make me cry at night
because I am who I am
I know you're just trying to help
but you try so hard it hurts
You make me so mad I start to cry
I feel pain when I hear your words
I am what I am
I'm all that I'll be
Stop trying so hard
'cause you can't change me
WHAT
eyes are windows to the soul
at least that’s what they say
what do u see when u look into mine
is everything dark and gray
words are spoken in many ways
love, hate, jealousy, and pain
what do u hear in my words
or do u even hear what i say
people aren’t what they appear
bodies don’t represent the mind
what do u see when u look at me
is it what u expected to find
look into my eyes and see me for me
see the person i am inside
hear my words and hear what they mean
for truth will never lie
ODE TO MY LOVE
I love him
With all of my heart
But he doesn't know
How I feel
He doesn't know the pain
He puts me through
Or the tears
I've cried for him
He doesn't know
That he is
My one true love
Forever and always
I love him
But I'll never get the chance
To let him know
GONE WITH THE ASHES
I have to write
to get rid of anger and emptiness.
I will write for hours
then burn my words,
so no one will see
that anger and emptiness.
So no one will know
my secrets, hopes, and dreams,
except for me and my paper.
No one can judge me by my words
because no one will know
that they were ever written.
The words are invisible to them.
Only the blank paper in front of me is seen.
But when I'm alone,
my anger and emptiness spill onto the paper
only to be burned and thrown away.
Then I am no longer left
with that anger and emptiness,
because they have gone with the ashes.
2007-02-27 06:26:25 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 4⤋
About anything that Robert Frost has written.
My favorite poems are:
The Road Not Taken
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
All were written by Robert Frost.,
2007-02-27 10:09:18 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
"The Road Not Taken"- Robert Frost
"I Never Saw A Moor"- Emily Dickinson
"A Dream Within a Dream"- Edgar Allan Poe
And, for pure, unabashed entertainment, the poems of Ogden Nash
2007-02-27 08:00:27 · answer #3 · answered by tgob 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Au Lector (to the reader) the first poem of the Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire
2007-02-27 07:52:14 · answer #4 · answered by jose g 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.
© Max Ehrmann 1927
2014-06-27 14:53:14 · answer #5 · answered by AuntKatie 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
"If" by Rudyard Kipling.
If
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 imposters 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 wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it 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!
2007-02-27 12:23:38 · answer #6 · answered by Arigato ne 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The Ballad of Sam Magee comes to mind. Although Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling was a good one also.
2007-02-27 07:42:04 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
"The House on the Road to Suffern", by Joyce Kilmer, a beautiful, sad poem about a lonely house without the love of a family inside.
2007-02-27 07:02:08 · answer #8 · answered by Pierre Patelin Longshanks 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I can't name just one. But I like Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Robert Frost, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and Shakespeare.
2007-02-27 06:39:53 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
One of mine is "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe. "Acquainted With the Night" by Robert Frost is another.
2007-02-27 07:51:02 · answer #10 · answered by l.i.v.e.l.a.u.g.h.l.o.v.e. 1 · 2⤊ 0⤋