Favourite Poem?

[Marvystone]

[SIZE=+1]A[/SIZE]T ten A.M. the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.

Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted, tucking in
stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.

Read by William Carlos Williams here.

 

[kito09]

I write poetry, im still at a very young age so its nothing advanced, I write mainly poetry to inspire people, I have a passion for poetry and writing. And this poem is written by me

A place- kito09
Take me some place else,
Somewhere by myself,
Away from these moving cars,
Away from this place that has left my soul with scars,
A place that has a brighter tommorow,
A place where I have forgotten about my sorrow,
A place full of harmony and peace,
Where my pain is inhaled and released.

 

[giancinephile]

Love at First Sight par Wislawa Szymborska
(She is indeed one of the finest poets around. I love her so muchhhhhhhhh!)

 

[kito09]

Here is another poem by me, this poem is strictly to inspire people!

After the storm- kito09
Past the space that is broken
There is a life that has been used like a token
It has left us in pain,
We sit here waiting for the world to stop raining,
But we get storm in return,
We sit here suffer and burn
We sit here waiting for the world to stop being cold,
We have been abandoned so we have been told,
We sit here dreaming of a world that doesn’t exist,
We dream of that world, Like a piece of the puzzle we have missed,

We surrender; we don’t want to wait for the storm to be over,
We no longer want to suffer,
Each step you talk in life is steeper,
Life is not a walk in the park,
First we have to crawl through the dark,
This terrible journey we must embark,

But after the rain and storm,
A rainbow will transform,
The sky will turn blue,
And your song will play a brighter tune,
You no longer have to wait,
The sun has been shining while you were to busy taking in the rain,
The joy was always there, yet you paid attention to the pain,
We could take steps but chose to crawl first,
We were always expecting the worst
Look outside, Look at the sky, Look in our self’s,
We are not lost, just waiting for more,
Stop waiting and open the door,
You are not abandoned after all,

 

[Filipe]

your amazing

 

[kito09]

Thank you filipe,

 

[irulan]

No!

No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
November!
Thomas Hood

 

[Skywire]

Not my favourite But...

Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a Cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.
-Variations on the Word Love by Margaret Atwood

 

[~Gia~]

I love this thread.
Kito09 your poem was so beautiful.

 

[kito09]

Gia, Thank you. Im glad that you liked it!

 

[Style-Addict]

Mad Girl's Love Song
by Sylvia Plath

This is touching, wow.

 

[Mary-Anne]

A Thousand Kisses Deep
by Leonard Cohen

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat

You'd have to be a man to know
How good that feels, how sweet.

My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I'd know you in my sleep

And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep.

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat

I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,

Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique -

With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep...

 

[Starry-Eyed]

Anything anything anything by Charles Baudelaire!

 

[nnzr]

Full Heart, Empty Arms
by Valerie Jochum

Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit;
Never a flicker of flame, but with
Arching bolts which strike with a force
That disturbs my equilibrium.

My mind races as waves of passion flush over
My pale skin, causing me to gaze upon visions
Of impossible romantic possibilities.

Pathetic is this woman who anticipates the
True rhythm of love, with a man she will never hold.

My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering,
As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak
to his: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."

 

[kikidior]

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

petals / amy lowell

 

[Belowen]

Still I Rise / Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise

 

[Marvystone]

We Real Cool//Gwendolyn Brooks​

We real cool. We
Left School. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

 

[posed to death]

I absolutely love Byron and the other romantic poets, and i think these may be my favorite poems.
Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Lond, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
I secret we met--
I silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

 

[kikidior]

Because she wants to touch him,
she moves away.
Because she wants to talk to him,
she keeps silent.
Because she wants to kiss him,
she turns away
& kisses a man she does not want to kiss.

He watches
thinking she does not want him.
He listens
hearing her silence.
He turns away
thinking her distant
& kisses a girl he does not want to kiss.

They marry each other--
a four-way mistake.
He goes to bed with his wife
thinking of her.
She goes to bed with her husband
thinking of him.
--& all this in a real old-fashioned four-poster bed.

Do they live unhappily ever after?
Of course.
Do they undo their mistakes ever?
Never.
Who is the victim here?
Love is the victim.
Who is the villain?
Love that never dies.

parable of the four-poster / erica jong

 

[Teratel]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yanU4dFC7lU

While listening to the voice, while listening to the music, also for the people who can't understand Spanish. Here is an translation in English of the poem by Pablo Neruda.
Enjoy

Pablo Neruda - Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche


Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.