what do u think of this poem?

Question

'IF' by Rudyard Kipling.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

what is ur favorite poem? by who?

p.s. 4 those who asked who sabine is:
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Answer 1

That's exactly how I fell right now, except that part about being a man and a son. Too bad more people don't know this and follow it, they might be kinder and think before they shoot their mouths off, especially in another language.

Answer 2

I like it very much.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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 3

It is a good poem. Thank you for creating this thread.
I have been deeply move lately by a number of short poems written as part of a fictional book I just finished. I will present one here.

What are clouds
But an excuse for the sky?
What is life
But an escape from death?

Answer 4

honestly, it seems a little depressing. i mean why would you think but not make ur thoughts ur aim? what if ur thought is good? i just think the whole thing is about self control and being apart from the world, but then what are u really living???

my favorite poem is 'the raven' by edgar allan poe...im sure if u havent already read it, you could find it very easily...considering it is quite famous.
its scary and mysterious and VERY well written, its kinda long but i think u'll like it

Answer 5

Aywa Nadz!

Answer 6

Thank you for posting that poem. It is just what I needed to read at this time in my life. I appreciate you taking the time to type it. Bless you!

Answer 7

wow
speechless

I usually don't like poems...I prefer songs...my favorite is Jeremy by Pearl Jam.

Answer 8

its really nice but i write better ;P inshallah one day hehe

Answer 9

Thanks for that Nadz,
has anyone read the law of the jungle by Kipling also?

Answer 10

i like it