Cool Poetry??

Question

I'm looking for a cool poem to recite in my English 102 class. It has to be like about a page long, little less is okay. Anyone have any favorite authors??

Answer 1

Robert Browning, "My Last Duchess" -- dramatic monologue in which a duke inadvertently reveals that he killed his last wife... possibly for no real reason

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Kubla Khan" -- purportedly composed while the poet was on opium

T. S. Eliot, "Journey of the Magi" -- a retelling of the story of the magi traveling to Bethlehem, told from the perspective of a magus who views the whole experience with a great deal of ambivalence

James Merrill, "b o d y" -- a puzzle poem that playfully examines how the look of the word "body" might be meaningful

Emily Dickinson, "There's a certain slant of light" -- a meditation on the power and import of nature

If you don't like any of the suggestions you get here, pick up a copy of a poetry anthology at the library & flip through it -- you'll definitely find something!

Answer 2

If, by Rudyard Kipling. Or George Gray, by Edgar Lee Masters. Both are my favorite poems.

Answer 3

Edgar allan Poe

Answer 4

Try any poetry by Maya Angelou

Answer 5

the raven by edgar allan poe

Answer 6

beautifully sick

As he enters the room he smells her
so sweet
so majestic
so very mysterious
"why does she do this to me"
he mutters under his breath
the burden of love makes him weak
he has yet to learn "no"
he has no friends, including her
he puts his heart on the table in front of her
hands her a steak knife, a dinner fork and a napkin
she proceeds to cut off a decent sized portion
slides it onto her dinner plate
he goes and sits on the kitchen floor
crouched in the corner with his head in his hands
she eases a bite sized piece of heart
into her mouth
passed her supple lips
onto her perfectly white teeth
he stares as she begins to chew on it
making sure to never swallow
he then gets up goes to the kitchen drawer
gets a rag and a towel
wets the rag in the sink and waits
she then spits the piece onto the floor
steps on it and smears it all over the linoleum
kisses him as she walks towards the door
leaving blood on his cheek
as she opens the door she looks back at him
cleaning up his heart and her bloody footprints
and says " I love you and I'll call you later this week"
and closes the door
he stops cleaning and starts crying
wondering
"why did she leave?"

Answer 7

look for some Poe poems they are great

Answer 8

Take a Shakespeare soliloquy of your choice :)

Answer 9

Thanatopsis

TO him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificient. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings,
The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,--the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods--rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadow green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings--yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like a quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

William Cullen Bryant

Answer 10

Answer withdrawn... You have hurt my feelings. I'm sorry I tried to help you.