Your favorite Poem??

Question

what's your favorite poem?

Mine is Sonnett 116 by William Shakespeare

Oh let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. No it is an ever fixed mark, which looks on tempests, and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandring bark, whos worth unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending cycle's compass comes. It altereth not in his brief days or weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

It's it awesome?

I also love "apostrophe to the ocean " by Lord Byron

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.. there is a rapture on the lonely shore.. there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in it's roar.. I love not man the less, but nature more, in these our interviews in which I steal from all I may be or have been before, to mingle with the universe and feel.. what I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal."

That first stanza is my favorite. But man. I used to have allmost all 81 lines of that memorized.. I need to refresh and finish the job!!

Answer 1

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost.

Answer 2

The Last Leaf by Oliver Wendell Holmes. Abraham Lincoln particulary liked this poem. It was written by Holmes after he watched one of the last members of the Boston Tea Party, Major Thomas Melville walking in the town, an old man. He described as the last leaf left on the tree in the spring, it survived the fall and winter and now watches youth blooming around it. The poet later said he felt like the last leaf.

I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones resound,
As he totters o'er the ground
With his cane.

They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning-knife of Time
Cut him down,
Not a better man was found
By the Crier on his round
Through the town.

But now he walks the streets,
And he looks at all he meets
Sad and wan,
And he shakes his feeble head,
That it seems as if he said,
"They are gone!"

The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb.

My grandmamma has said--
Poor old lady, she is dead
Long ago--
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose
In the snow;

But now his nose is thin,
And it rests upon his chin
Like a staff,
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In his laugh.

I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer!

And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,
Let them smile, as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.

Answer 3

I used to consider Sonnet 116 my favorite as well, but after further reading and consideration, I think that title might go to one of the following:

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost
The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes
High Flight by John Gillespie McGee

Answer 4

I really like "The Highwayman". For some reason I can't think of the poets name at the moment, but if any knows please post it . It's very long so i can't write it here but a famous passage about the highwayman is :

The Highwayman came riding up to the old inn door
He'd a french ****** hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin, a coat of claret velvet
and britches of brown doe skin


It's a sad story and I would love to read it again; it's been awhile

Answer 5

Don Juan Poem.
Also sonnett 118.

Answer 6

I love Sonnett 116 But my favorite is words of love by Fairlight

Answer 7

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the backside boughs and the brushwood sheaf around the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, mutually as the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England--now!! R Browning - homestead techniques from in a foreign country ... however the Betjeman Pontefract verse made me smile.

Answer 8

Masons, when they start upon a building
are careful to test all the scaffolding.
Secure every ladder, tighten every joint,
make sure that planks don't slip at busy points.
And yet all of this comes down when the job is done,
leaving only walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there ever seem to be
old bridges breaking between you and me,
Never fear, we may let the scaffolds fall,
confident that we have built our wall.

"Scaffolding" by Seamus Heaney

Answer 9

This was written by anonymous. I came across it a few years ago when I was 16. My father had died and it always gave me comfort. So here it is,

God saw you were tired, and had the courage not to stay.
So, he put his arms around you, and whispered come to me.
With tearful eyes, we watched you fade away.
And though we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, with gentle hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

Answer 10

Mine is mine:

Searching one day
For my lady fair
When out of my window
I saw so clear
Someone who was staring
Right back at me
This left me wondering,
"Could this be?"
The one I searched for
For all these years
Through pain, through failures,
Through blood, sweat and tears?
Staring deeply into my eyes,
She seemed to see
Each and every experience
That cause me to be
Sitting at my window
Seeming to stare into the air
Hoping and knowing
One day she'd be there!

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