What's your favorite poem?

Question

Please list the title and the author. I'm trying to gather a nice collection of good poems! Thanks!! :)

Answer 1

annabel lee - edgar allen poe
the raven - edgar allen poe
a dream within a dream - edgar allen poe
the road not taken - robert frost
sonnet 18 (shall i compare thee) - william shakespeare
the passionate pilgrim - shakespeare
a lovers complaint - shakespeare
invictus - william ernset henley
four quartets - t.s elliot

p.s to aryell the poem is titled i am nobody!
if i remeber correctly it goes somthing like this :
i am nobody!
who are you ?
or something like that

Answer 2

its from Perks of being a wallflower.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star.
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that wsa the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her but
he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen...

Answer 3

Leda and the Swan- by William Butler Yeats

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower[1]
And Agamemnon dead.

Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

Answer 4

my own , its "falling" , and will be out in bookstores this spring, author, christina heavin looking from the courtyard among the golden haze,
i mirror a baby suckling on a mothers breast .
Lost in transition i see the innocents,
Kissing her born on the head.
Sweet daffodils fill the summer air .
Calm and collective the miracle,
holds to everything knowing: while nature
nourishes the.
Dusk dimming as the fireflies bounce,
holding her child close to her heart, so fragile and meek.
Beauty within speaks without words. Watching the purist wonder in to a slumber .The eyes draw closed secure and safe she holds ,for this is the gift that cannot be bought.

this one is called innocents, and it is copywritted

Answer 5

"And Death Shall Have No Dominion "...Dylan Thomas

"And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion."

Answer 6

Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou

Answer 7

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats. When you are old and gray and full of sleep,take down this book and read by the fire,and dream of the soft look your eyes had once and of their shadows deep,how many men loved you with love false and true,but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you.And bending down beside the glowing bars,murmur a little sadly,how love fled, and paced among the mountains overhead,and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.(as I remember it)

Answer 8

Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Answer 9

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Exerpt:
And I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

Answer 10

"The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" by Samual Taylor Coleridge

T'was right said they
such birds to slay
that bring the fog and mist.