your favourite poem...?

Question

what's the best poem u've come across/ what's ur fave?

Answer 1

"if you forget me" by pablo neruda. it's so heartbreakingly beautiful. he says if she forgets him, he will forget her too but if she wants him back - -

"But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine."

it's the perfect break-up poem. it makes me cry everytime i read it <3

Answer 2

That's hard:

Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds

The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night by Dylan Thomas

dreamlessly by Charles Bukowski

Selective Service by Carolyn Forche'

Shapeshifter Poems by Lucille Clifton

And the scary thing is, I could go on. There are just so many favorites. It's just like Animal Farm, all animals are created equal, some are just more equal than others--same goes for poetry.

Answer 3

I couldn't pick one favorite if I tried, but here are a few that I would call my favorites.

I Am Vertical by Sylvia Plath
A Match by Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe
A Dream by William Allingham
But Not Forgotten by Dorothy Parker
I Am In Need Of Music by Elizabeth Bishop
I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things by Karle Wilson Baker
The Sleepers by Walt Whitman

Answer 4

Easy question...

Here it is, in my humble opinion, the greatest poem ever written.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

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.

Answer 5

John Donne is probably my favorite poet, although the best/my favorite poem I've ever read, if you can call it a poem, would be "the Illiad" by Homer. Of course, if you're not talking about epic, my favorite poem would be something else. Perhaps "Frost at Midnight" by Coleridge, or "Ode to a Nightingale" by Keats.

Answer 6

Robert Frost's poetry in general is my favorite. Yet, this my favorite Frost poem, or poem of all:

Nature first green in gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Her leaf subsides to leaf,
So eden sake to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

Answer 7

A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

Stephen Crane

I love this poem. It says so much about the people who expect great things for themselves just because they are here, not because they deserve them. Stephen Crane is one of the best poets I know.

Answer 8

Pacific horizon at sunset after the storm with thunderheads overhead and puffy white colums of clouds floating on the blue haze, golden sand and crystal emerald of the sea, pink seashells under my feet... palm trees flirting with the gentle breeze and the perfume of seaweed... eternal rumbling thunder of the waves...
nothing I have read (mere words penned by men) so far has equalled this... maybe one day...
great question, thank, you...

Answer 9

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost (if you are like me *likes to find different meanings to poems* then this poem will leave you flabbergasted)
"The Raven" and "Annabel Lee" By Edgar Allan Poe
"Her voice" by Oscar Wilde

Answer 10

Here's one of them:

How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail

and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale

How cheerfully he seems to gleam

How neatly spreads his claws

And welcomes little fishies in with gently smiling jaws.