Favorite poem?

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Dec 5, 2007

Favorite poem? by cupajoe at 11:03 PM (1,244 Views / 0 Likes) 20 replies

  1. cupajoe

    Member cupajoe Have a cup of joe!

    Aug 25, 2007
    United States
    I currently don't have a favorite poem, and I was just wondering what some of your favorite poems? Please post the author with the poem.

  2. kellyan95

    Banned kellyan95 Banned

    Jul 4, 2007
    United States
    Could I list an epic poem? Say, The Divine Comedy?
  3. mthrnite

    Former Staff mthrnite So it goes.

    Jun 30, 2006
    th' south
    United States
    My all time favorite poem, far outdistancing all others that I merely love:

    Annabel Lee
    by Edgar Allan Poe

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of Annabel Lee--
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    But we loved with a love that was more than love--
    I and my Annabel Lee--
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me--
    Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we--
    Of many far wiser than we--
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

    For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
    And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
    And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side
    Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea--
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.
  4. Westside

    Member Westside Sogdiana

    Dec 18, 2004
    Guantanamo bay
    William Shakespeare

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state
    And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
    And look upon myself and curse my fate,
    Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
    Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
    With what I most enjoy contented least;
    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
    Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
    Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
    For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
  5. cubin'

    Member cubin' GBAtemp Advanced Maniac

    Apr 12, 2007
    A Haiku from Super Mario RPG SNES

    Like the moon over
    the day, my genius and brawn
    are lost on these fools. ~(Bowser)

    Edgar Allan Poe is awesome. Just got a huge book filled with his works.
  6. BoneMonkey

    Banned BoneMonkey The cheese stash is a lie.

    Dec 9, 2006
    United States
    roses are red
    violets are blue
    i have herpes
    and you do to !
  7. Issac

    Member Issac Mini-mod

    Apr 10, 2004
    Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---
    Â You are always looking at me
    Â and I am always looking at you.
    Â Ah, you're too meek ---
    Â beautiful, unspoiled:
    Â thus I'm so sad, I suffer---
    Â and so happy, it hurts.
    Â I want to hurt you
    Â and destroy myself
    Â What you would think
    Â if you knew how I felt.
    Â Would you simply smile,
    Â not saying a word?
    Â Even curses from your mouth
    Â would be as beautiful as pearls.
    Â I place my left hand on your
    Â face as though we were to kiss.
    Â Then I suddenly shove my thumb
    Â deep into your eyesocket.
    Â Abruptly, decisively,
    Â like drilling a hole.
    Â And what would it feel like?
    Â Like jelly?
    Â Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
    Â mix it around and around: I must
    Â taste the warmth of your blood.
    Â How would you scream?
    Â Would you shriek "It hurts!
    Â It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears
    Â stream from your crushed eye?
    Â You can't know the maddening
    Â hunger I've felt in the midst of
    Â our kisses, so many of them
    Â I've lost count.
    Â As though drinking in your cries,
    Â I bring my hopes to fruition:
    Â biting your tongue, shredding it,
    Â biting at your lips as if tasting
    Â your lipstick.
    Â Oh, what euphoric heights I would
    Â reach, having my desires fulfilled
    Â like a greedy, gluttonous cur.
    Â I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
    Â cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
    Â tongue.
    Â I would surely be healed,
    Â and would cry like a child.
    Â And how is your tender ear?
    Â It brushes against my cheek;
    Â I want it to creep up to my lips so
    Â I can sink my teeth into its flesh.
    Â Your left ear, always hearing words
    Â whispered sweet as pie ---
    Â I want it to hear my true feelings.
    Â I never lied, no...
    Â but I did have my secrets.
    Â Ah, but what must you think of me?
    Â Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
    Â As though inviting you to the agony
    Â at the play's end; if you wish, you
    Â could destroy me --- I wouldn't care.
    Â As you wish, you may destroy me
    Â --- I wouldn't care.
    Guess where it's from? ^^
    Silent Hill 3
  8. cubin'

    Member cubin' GBAtemp Advanced Maniac

    Apr 12, 2007
    I hate broccoli
    and think it totally sucks.
    Why is it not meat? - (unknown)
  9. laminaatplaat

    Member laminaatplaat GBAtemp Advanced Fan

    May 25, 2007
    United States
    lol, i just guessed by looking at the title that there would a Edgar Allan Poe poem here [​IMG]

    for me, I don't know alot of poems, so I dunno...
  10. lagman

    Former Staff lagman I wish I was green.

    Nov 5, 2003
    Me, To You
    Aquí te amo by Pablo Neruda.

    I wont even bother finding a translated version as I'm sure I'd hate it.
  11. kellyan95

    Banned kellyan95 Banned

    Jul 4, 2007
    United States
    Why don't you translate it then?
  12. Issac

    Member Issac Mini-mod

    Apr 10, 2004
    I am sorry, but I have to add another one:


    Twas the Night before Christmas

    Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

    The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
    While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
    And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
    Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

    With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

    "Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
    On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
    A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

    His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
    And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

    The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
    And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
    He had a broad face and a little round belly,
    That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
    And laying his finger aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
    But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"


    Twas the night before Christmas Poem
    also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas"

    Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863)
  13. lagman

    Former Staff lagman I wish I was green.

    Nov 5, 2003
    Me, To You
    Because I'm sure that any translation would kill the beauty of the poem.
    There are things that just can't shouldn't be translated.
  14. zeppo

    Member zeppo change my avatar!

    Jul 30, 2007
    United States
    I agree.
    Sort of like the end of "Music is my Hot Hot Sex" by CSS
    Fui escoteira-mirim
    Direto da escola, não
    Não ia cheirar cola
    Nem basquete, pebolim
    O que eu gosto não é de graça
    O que gosto não é farsa
    Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
    Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
    Perto dele eu podia sentir
    Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim
    Sentada do seu lado
    Eu queria encostar
    Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
    Debaixo do lençol
    Ele gemia em ré bemol
    Fiquei tensa
    Mas tava tudo bem
    Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também

    sure, you can translate the portugese third of that song, but it kills it and it doesn't sound pretty at all.
  15. mossy

    Newcomer mossy Member

    Dec 15, 2006
    Der Erlkönig by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

    Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
    Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
    Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
    Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

    "Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?"
    "Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
    Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?"
    "Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif."

    "Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
    Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir;
    Manch' bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
    Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand."

    "Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
    Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?"
    "Sei ruhig, bleib ruhig, mein Kind;
    In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind."

    "Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
    Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
    Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,
    Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein."

    "Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
    Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?"
    "Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
    Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau."

    "Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
    Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
    "Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
    Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!"

    Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
    Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
    Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not;
    In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

    Check the spoilers for two that I wrote.
    I see the pain in your eyes
    Unafflicted by lies
    I know that on the inside
    You're terrified
    And in the end
    There'll be no place to hide

    The emotion will come pouring out
    As denial turns to anger
    Anger to fear
    And fear to acceptance
    Though you'll still cry yourself to sleep

    It takes time to heal
    A wound this deep
    And there will always be a scar
    To remind you of your loss

    But if your memory stays strong
    In you they will live on
    So your tears of pain and sadness
    Become tears of happiness

    The departed survive
    ´ in the hearts and the minds
    Of those who care to remember them

    Hold on to these words
    And your loved ones will never die
    For if you remember them always
    In you they live on

    The shout

    In a crowded room
    You disappear so quickly
    Drowned out by so many voices
    Each lost within the next

    I get lost in the shout
    I don't know what it's about
    But I'm crowded out
    By myself
    A no-one in the crowd
    Just nothing in the shout
  16. El-ahrairah

    Member El-ahrairah GBAtemp Fan

    Jul 20, 2007
    United States
    My favorite poem is Howl by Allen Ginsberg. It's a great poem. [​IMG]
  17. zeppo

    Member zeppo change my avatar!

    Jul 30, 2007
    United States
    you're supposed to post it...
  18. spas

    Member spas GBAtemp Fan

    Dec 15, 2006
    United Kingdom
    titled my friend the fish:

  19. bobrules

    Member bobrules GBAtemp Advanced Maniac

    Apr 20, 2006
    In Flanders Field by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
  20. Taras

    Member Taras I'm Not Hating, I'm Just Sayin'

    Dec 10, 2005
    Boxcar #142, Santa Fe rail
    United States

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