What is your favourite poem and why?

Question:My favourite poem is Daffodils by wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud etc etc cant remember it by heart sadly. But it makes me feel happy. What about you?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: My favourite poem is Daffodils by wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud etc etc cant remember it by heart sadly. But it makes me feel happy. What about you?

Part from A Cradle Song

I sigh that kiss you
for I must own
that I shall miss you
when you have grown
Yeats

It reminds me that the laundry can wait. I have very few precious moments with my son before he flys the coop.

road not taken
by robert frost!
cus its like real life!

The Highway Man Alfred Noyes quite sad but i can 'member it since primary school :)

annabel lee by edgar allan poe...
when you first read it, it sounds cute and sweet, when in fact it is a twisted reltionship a guy has with his dead wife's corpse after she dies.

My favorite poem is I, Too, Sing America by- Langston Hughes. I like most of his poems because he gave me extra credit in poetry and in reading/slavery.

If by Rudyard Kipling , why because it helps me carry on when things get tough

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

'Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."'

"Scaffolding" by Seamus Heaney

Masons, when they start upon a building
are careful to test all the scaffolding.
Secure every ladder, tighten every joint,
make sure the 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.

I love this poem...after 18 years of marriage, there sure have been a lot of times when we had to adjust the scaffolding, so to speak, but I am absolutely confident in the strength of our "wall".

The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock
cos i like the lines 'the yellow fog that rubbed its back upon the window panes...licked its tounge into the corners of the evening'

its just awesome, i can't really explain what i feel when i read those lines

This is my new favorite poem. Why? because I wrote it!.... enjoy

"Turtles move slow as does the mist from trees. Fish swim in the seas, and currents move past in unseen waves. Life is never stills beneath the bright blue skies, and the poetry of the universe unfolds while we do our chores."

Cekker Kwann

Sea Fever by John Masefield
'I must go down to the sea again; to the lonely sea and the sky
and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

"A Dream Within a Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe
I love this poem because I can relate to feeling like life must be some big dream...and happiness always slips through my fingers like it was never really there to begin with.

I know it by heart:..."take this kiss upon the brow and in parting from you now...thus much let me avow, you are not wrong who deem that my days have been a dream...."

To read the whole thing so i don't have to type it all:
http://www.pambytes.com/poe/poems/a-drea...

"Annabell Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe.
It goes something like;
And none of the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Ever did sever my soul from the soul,
Of the beautiful Annabell Lee.
I like the way he uses rhyming to express naivety and innocence. And it's very emotional, the first time I read it it made me cry.
I was under the impression that it's about his dead wife, but I'm not really sure...

Silenced pain
By me

I find that poems you wrote yourself speak to you more than any other poem could, becuase its your words there not someone else's.

http://www.poetry.com/voteforme/poemvote...

my favorite poem is one i wrote myself called, "I'll find a new love". i havent red much poetry other than that of shel silverstien and poems put on here (Yahoo! Answers) so i make my own poetry to fill the sadness. pretty cool, i think.
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;... if u wanna read it (=

The General by Sassoon .."GOOD MORNING,GOOD MORNING!" THE GENERAL SAID..WHEN WE MET HIM LAST WEEK ON OUR WAY TO THE LINE..NOW THE SOLDIERS HE SMILED AT ARE MOST OF EM DEAD..AND WE RE CURSING HIS STAFF FOR INCOMPETENT SWINE..."HES A CHEERY OLD CARD" SAID HARRY TO JACK...AS THEY SLOGGED UP TO ARRAS WITH RIFLE AND PACK...BUT HE DID FOR THEM BOTH WITH HIS PLAN OF ATTACK."....thats it i think that says it all.bye

God i love Daffodils too - i studied Wordsworth last year and most of his poetry is just brilliant!

"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

And i love anything by Plath but my absolute favourite is Daddy - a bit morbid, but hey, it was Plath!

Oh and i love Annabelle Lee by Poe - absolutely brilliant poem.

But at the moment i'm into contemporary spoken poetry and i've just found Suheir Hammad who is a regular on Def Poetry. Her lyrics are so deep - check her out on the link below;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fhWX2F6G...

The list is endless but i'm just loving Hammad at the moment.

Peace

xx

'April Rise' by Laurie Lee. I came across this poem forty years ago, having read 'Cider With Rosie'. I loved the descriptive language, the alliteration and the assonance. (Try reading it aloud)
It is a wonderful piece of work. I loved it then, as a teenage girl and I love it now.

April Rise
If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.

If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.

Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world were blessed, now it is.

Laurie Lee

Check out "Someone Coming Back" by Brian Patten.
I can't be bothered typing it out!
Why my fav? Memories...

To his coy mistress by Andrew Marvell

Such a resonant poem about love. When I hear the lines "but at my back I always hear times winged chariot hurrying near" it makes me shiver.