Do u love poetry? I f so i'd love to know favourite!?

Question

I read it when I get the chance, but not sure if it is still as popular?One of my faves is 'When we two parted' by Byron.

Answer 1

tiger - william blake

Answer 2

Being Cumbrian and living near his Birthplace it's William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high o'er vale and hills
when all at once I saw a shroud
a host of golden daffodils
beside the lake, beneath the trees
fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the milky way
they stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay
ten thousand saw I at a glance
tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The waves beside them danced but they
out-did the sparkling waves in glee
a poet could not but be gay
in such a jocund company
I gazed-and gazed but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought

For oft, when on my couch I lie
in vacant or in pensive mood
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude
and then my heart with pleasure fills
and dances with the daffodils

written by William Wordsworth on shores of Grasmere Lake 1807

Answer 3

Remembering the jungle I long for its embrace.
Like a sweet women it reaches out for you.
Promises to feed you – body and soul.
Damp, swollen, and ripe with fruit.
But beneath the flowers and their sweet perfume
Lay the reality – roots – rot - and a slow death.
The jungle promises you much but wants much in return.
It consumes a part of you can’t get back
And like a beautiful women you’ll never forget.
She will always linger in the back of your mind
To be triggered by some long forgotten sent or sound.
Like a beautiful women it is irresistible
But deadly to all you hold dear.
They both promise you shelter, safety and peace
But they give you enough of a taste to keep you
But in the end you know it’s a lie.
But you don’t care, you long for her embrace.

By David Miller

Answer 4

Wild Geese--by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Answer 5

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

I'm Nobody are You Nobody too? by Emily Dickenson

On the Dawn of Morning by Maya Angelu

Answer 6

I love Nanushka aka Nan Whitcomb, she is an Australia poet. She has a wonderful poem called Pocketful Full Of Dreams. I also love anything written by Elizabeth Barret Browning.

Answer 7

I prefer Lord Byron's follow up:

Alas I've found the perfect girl

Who could ask for more

She's deaf and dumb and oversexed

And owns a liquor store

lol

Answer 8

I don't love poetry actually but I do love this poet Cesar Vallejo, he is Peruvian and his style is really gorgeous so I suggest you to take a look of it oh by the way he has some translations to English.

Answer 9

Marvin Pedigo (Poetry.com) A collection of my work. Check it out. I love all poetry and I believe it is never yours completely. It comes from the soul and the soul is a reflection of the greatest artist ever, "The Creator"

Answer 10

Miserable Malcolm from Morecambe,
Had Rottweiler's but would not walk 'em,
But during the day,
No muck would they lay,
As Malcolm had managed to cork 'em.

John Hegley.

Answer 11

I am becoming a big fan of Iain Chrichton Smith's poetry work - I have always loved his prose.