OT: What are you favorite poems?

[perc-o-prince]

That's from "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane"!

Such a great movie! "I've written a letter to daddy...."

Chuck

 

[hoover1060]

mine, written by me in 2006

Wait for the guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who stays awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
who wants to show you off to the world when you're wearing sweats,
who holds your hand in front of his friends.

Wait for the guy who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.

Wait for the guy who turns to his friends and says,".....that's him."

 

[danemodsandy]

Yes! Dorothy Parker

Here's my favourite of hers, which appeals to my more-than-warped sense of humour:

'Resume'

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

 

[abcomatic]

From 'Trigger Rodgers"

I woke up in the morning and looked upon the wall;
the cooties and the bedbugs were having a game of ball.
The score was six to nothing and the cooties were ahead;
the bedbugs knocked a home-run and I fell out of bed.
OH my grandmother loved that one. Gary

 

[abcomatic]

Jamman and Perc-O-Prince

Jamman: Stopping . . . Evening was put to words by Randall Thompson in a song cycle of Frost's poems called Frostiana. Love that music
Perc. On the Shores of... is from the Song of Hiawatha by Longfellow. I had my English students once take a poem that they liked and act it out in class. WHAT A HUGE MISTAKE that one was. Four boys acted out most of the poem that is pages long. By the shores of Ketcegume (sp)by the bright sea shining waters, stood the wigwam of Nakomus, daughter of the moon,Nakoums. They stood in front of the entire class and acted that out. They did a great job using their hands with the shores, the water, wigwam;however, daughter of the moon came out, as they took their hands and cupped them, imitating breasts and in unison, turned around and mooned the entire class. "We were not amused!" (actually I really was). How I ever managed not to get into trouble with the principal, schoolboard etc. and hold a job at Bradford CUSD1 for 30 years is a mystery to me. lol Gary

 

[pturo]

I think my favorite poem was/is:

The woods are loveley
dark and deep
but I have miles to go
before I sleep
and promises
that I must keep

Sort of the story of my life. I would love to live in the woods, have always loved the Adirondacks, but we always had to go back to the city and school in the early fall. To me, the poem taught me a lesson to credit the beauty of nature despite the sometimes drudgery and duty of life. The magnificence of nature is much bigger than we are and our problems, and it is there for us as anytime we want to recognize it as the organic motherland that will always welcome us home. Phil

 

[washabear]

Here's another one of my favorites, by Margaret Atwood:

YOU FIT INTO ME

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye

 

[daveamkrayoguy]

My own that I just thought of:

“Roses are sweet, garbage is yucky...

If this is a good poem, I will be so lucky...”

— Dave

 

[askolover]

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Sounds like he's talking about Santa Claus

 

 

 

[askolover]

Life by Nan Terrell Reed

THEY TOLD ME that Life could be just what I made it—
Life could be fashioned and worn like a gown;
I, the designer; mine the decision
Whether to wear it with bonnet or crown.

And so I selected the prettiest pattern—
Life should be made of the rosiest hue—
Something unique, and a bit out of fashion,
One that perhaps would be chosen by few.

But other folks came and they leaned o'er my shoulder;
Somebody questioned the ultimate cost;
Somebody tangled the thread I was using;
One day I found that my scissors were lost.

And somebody claimed the material faded;
Somebody said I'd be tired ere 'twas worn;
Somebody's fingers, too pointed and spiteful,
Snatched at the cloth, and I saw it was torn.

Oh! somebody tried to do all the sewing,
Wanting always to advise or condone.
Here is my life, the product of many;
Where is that gown I could fashion—alone?

 

[askolover]

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespear

<pre>Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.</pre>