What's a great poem?

Question

My Homework for tonight is to bring in a poem by anyone, does anyone know a good poem?

Answer 1

Scott here is one about a toad getting killed

The Death of a Toad
by Richard Wilbur

A toad the power mower caught,
Chewed and clipped of a leg, with a hobbling hop has got
To the garden verge, and sanctuaried him
Under the cineraria leaves, in the shade
Of the ashen heartshaped leaves, in a dim,
Low, and a final glade.


The rare original heartsblood goes,
Spends on the earthen hide, in the folds and wizenings, flows
In the gutters of the banked and staring eyes. He lies
As still as if he would return to stone,
And soundlessly attending, dies
Toward some deep monotone,


Toward misted and ebullient seas
And cooling shores, toward lost Amphibia's emperies.
Day dwindles, drowning, and at length is gone
In the wide and antique eyes, which still appear
To watch, across the castrate lawn,
The haggard daylight steer.

Answer 2

Look up Rudyard Kipling - Pablo Neruda - Lord Byron - Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Emily Dickinson - Walt Whitman - Robert Frost - William Wordsworth - William Shakespeare.... There are SO many!

The KEY is to pick something that means something to you. You can BET the teacher will ask you to explain the poem to the class.

You can run with anything on the list at:
http://www.poetry.com/greatestpoems/list.asp

My favorite poems aren't there.
I love:
"The Thousandth Man" by Rudyard Kipling
"La Muerta" by Pablo Neruda
"Kindness" by Ettienne de Grellet du Mabiller and
"The Love Unfeigned" by Geoffrey Chaucer

Good luck hon. Peace. --De

Answer 3

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

By Robert Frost
Hope you like it...

Answer 4

hope is a thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all,

and sweetest in the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.

i've heard it in the chillest land,
and on th strangest sea;
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.

-emily dickinson

she is amazing. i love this poem! your teacher would appreciate it.

Answer 5

I'm a sucker for anything Poe. I know it's vastly known, but my favorite all-time poem remains to be "The Raven". It's great in every way! ^____^

Answer 6

yeah, get a poem by ogden nash. they are very short some of them only one sentence.