what's your favorite poem?

Answer 1

Deserted Blue Monkeys

Answer 2

The name of my favorite poem is, The Autumn Trees. It is a poem that I feel God wrote, using my hands, after the death of a friend. It goes like this:

Lift your head, open your eyes and you will see,
One of God's greatest beauties -- the autumn trees.
Yellow like sunshine glows here and there,
Red fills in like fire -- too soon they'll all be bare.

That means snow and cold, biting winds,
It'll be March or April before this stuff ends.
Now comes the flowers and trees budding out;
Birds voices blend singing and sounds as they shout -
Spring is here!

New growth, new life everywhere to be seen,
The trees once again are full and green.
Summer is here with days warm and long,
Many children are heard singing their favorite song.

School is out, we're free at last,
But before you know it, summer is past.
Then -- lift your head, open your eyes, and you will see,
One of God's greatest gifts -- the autumn trees.

This is one of the first poems I wrote. I am very happy with the context and the rhyming in this one and hope you enjoy it.

Answer 3

"Solitude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox is really good. It goes
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you,
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain."
I'm not sure if all the punctuation is correct because I am just typing it from memory, but the worlds are all right. It's a great poem and I think it is very accurate. Hope you enjoy it.

Answer 4

The poem by William Wordsworth is quite involved and long but this following passage is my favorite:

"Nothing can bring back the hour of Splendor in the Grass, of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."

I think this passage is applicable to many phases of life as we pass through.

Answer 5

Annabell Lee, Edgar Allen Poe

Answer 6

Anything by Charles Bukowski, Richard Brautigan, or Pablo Neruda.

Answer 7

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

W. H. Davies

It's a simple poem, but it points out very meaningful thoughts.

It calms me down when I feel negative, I love that. :D It's deep and has a great flaw, and the poet's creativity seems endless. Amazing. :)

Answer 8

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins.

Answer 9

Nobility by Alice Carey

Answer 10

Anything by Willaim Shakespeare. I love his poems, sonnetes, and plays