What is the one piece of poetry you couldn't live without?

Question

One that moves you :)

Answer 1

Entrapment
by Christopher :-


Hopelessly bound
unfettered
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.

Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,
the warmth,
at feeling the peace,
the fire.

Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,
to be,
unknown the kiss,
the flames.

Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?

All,
because I, The Fool,
am no more?

Answer 2

I love almost anything by Rod McKuen, Here's my favorite:

NOON AGAIN

Your thighs
are like a hidden honeycomb
as we move closer now.

How is it that the bee
has left you legs untouched
surely he can smell the sweetness
waiting there.

I opened them with pride before the sun.
Spread them wider still
so that every ray of sunlight
catches them
drinks them in
as I will soon.

You rub your belly like Italian women
kneading bread
as I move down
between your legs
closer still
but not as close as I will finally be
before the noon
takes over.

Has clover ever smelled as sweet
as your warm body
growing warmer still.

Slowly now
I'll be easy
but I want to fill you up
fuller than I've filled myself
with drink or eating.

Breast to breast
then down
between you thighs
once more
a sweet triangle bringing certainty
into my life.

Don't move.
I'll make the motions
wide enough
to take us both
beyond the sun
and back again
to focus on your eyes.

Answer 3

Lullaby

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guility, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find your mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

W.H. Auden

Answer 4

I love alot of poetry so I hope I don't have to live without any of it. Including the poetry that I write.

Answer 5

Not really poetry per se but the Serenity Prayer

Answer 6

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Long ago I decided to base my entire life on those words. And it has made all the difference

Answer 7

John Dunn's "Meditation 17"

Answer 8

Oh
Oh so
Oh So Upset
:'(

Answer 9

LIFE.