What do you think is your best poem....?

Answer 1

I'm not so sure about my best, but this one of my favorites:

Roses for love, candlelight by the sea,
Reflections in your eyes, of love there will be.
My heart full of feelings, expressed as I kneel.
Warmth from emotions, your lips I can feel.
The desire for love, under moonlight above,
An essence of beauty brings fantasies of love.
An ultimate rush, like walking on air,
When two hearts are one, the feelings are there.

Answer 2

I'm not sure if this is my best, but here it is:

Oh no, I’ve never been,
Down to the wild glen,
Where the red, red roses grow.
And no, I’ve never seen,
The meadows, oh so green,
Where the wild wind blows.
And yes, I’d love to see,
Those places you showed me,
In that book we always read together.
I’d love to travel far,
To sit upon a star,
To float in space like a feather.
So I’ll hitch a ride on a falling leaf,
I’ll swim with the fish among the reef,
I’ll travel to places I’ve never been,
I’ll go with you to the wild glen.

(Copyright 2007. All rights reserved)

Answer 3

my published poem called Life's A Gift. you can read it on www.poetry.com

Just type in Aviva T. Dayanzadeh and click on Life's A Gift

Answer 4

There may be differences between 'best' and 'favorite' poems. While I can't label anything I've written as my 'best' I can offer you this favorite:


SO MUCH IN LOVE, SO LESS IN LOVE


1.


SO MUCH IN LOVE:

So much in love was I, at one time,
that no cloud dared claim it’s birthright to hover above,
no stone ever turned upward to obstruct my journey
and angels large and small blushed from the path I took.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that, though with few coins to line my pockets, my heart had
crowned me a rightful prince and the streets of the kingdom
displayed the colors of grand and noble intentions.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that I rendered my very soul to this maiden fair:
who graciously accepted it as a down-payment,
and then withdrew her affections to her chamber
until a time when my pockets would become laden.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that I lay waste to my poetic spirit, and cast
aside canvas and pen, embracing the worldly prize
of certainty and outcome, of copper and silver,
until a time when her heart was softened by gold’s warmth.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that I allowed my passion to become a whore’s heart
and, knowing that my true love was bartered at best, found
little of joy, comfort or pride in these towered walls.


2.


SO LESS IN LOVE:


So less in love was I, at one time,
that I offered over castle and kingdom, treasures
to some, burdens to others, in order to regain
the true gifts that my soul had so willingly banished,

and asking nothing of note, not even the tarnished crown,
except the one thing she valued the least of all, my heart.
This heart, damaged but still hopeful, was returned to me,
and with it came back the spirit, the muse and the voice.

Answer 5

Forsooth, Forsythe,
you're very lithe.
Don't ask me why you are.

I only know
that in the snow,
it's hard to drive a car.