Your favorite poem?

[MyLifeMyChoice]

I like to recite some of my favorite poem when I am unable to distract my mind from bad memories. I am a history student, I have liked learning about history since I could make sense of words. I have been unable to properly study anything for the past few months, but that is a different topic. Because of this, I am specially a fan of ballads, and I really do not mind who the ballad is about or in which language it is. I can speak in a few languages, though I am no expert in any, and for those I do not understand, I can easily find translations for them in the internet. I do not mind who it is about, even if it has religious elements to it. As long as the poet can express what is in his heart and compose a beautiful verse, anything goes. A good piece of poetry is a good piece of poetry.

My most favorite poem of all times are:

Qaseeda Al-Burda by Imam Al-Busiri. It is a poem written in the praise of the Islamic prophet Muhammad. It is clear that the poet is expressing his true love for his ideal and his choice of words is superb.

So, if there is anybody who likes to read poetry to calm himself/herself, can you share with me your favorite poetry? Feel free to share any poetry related to any religion or any historical figure, I do not mind. I just like good poems.

 

[Soul]

https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/powerful-poem.21476/

 

[Deleted member 18655]

If All the World Were Apple Pie
Nursery Rhyme
If all the world were apple pie,
And all the sea were ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What would we have to drink?

 

[VIBRITANNIA]

i'm not an avid poetry reader, but "dulce et decorum est" by wilfred owen is a poem i read in school that's stuck with me ever since.

here's the poem in its entirety:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

i can't exactly explain why i like this poem so much without becoming incoherent, but if i had to try, i'd say it's because in my opinion, there is no glory on the battlefield. it's just men murdering men, because they're scared to die themselves. and oftentimes, soldiers die without ever seeing the "justice" or "peace" they fought for. and even if they live to see peace, it's only disrupted by another conflict, or someone's greed or hate. i mean, it's human nature to be greedy, and conflict is inevitable, but inflicting pain and misery on each other will do nothing but show who's the cruelest.

i guess you could argue that a display of strength is the only way you can get someone to listen to you, but it's awful that it has to be that way.

 

[Isadeth]

My favorite line to one of my favorite poems would be:

I will smile to you with sunshine,
and I'll cry to you with rain.
and I'll laugh to you with memories that are oh so ever plain.

it's a perspective of you or your loved one from heaven/beyond.

 

[Worthless_nobody]

The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe
(part of where my inspiration for my SS user name came from)

 

[Wisdom3_1-9]

i'm not an avid poetry reader, but "dulce et decorum est" by wilfred owen is a poem i read in school that's stuck with me ever since.

This is in my personal top ten!

 

[waterbottleman]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my favorite poem
Because it's the only one I know

 

[XYZ]

i'm not an avid poetry reader, but "dulce et decorum est" by wilfred owen is a poem i read in school that's stuck with me ever since.

here's the poem in its entirety:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

i can't exactly explain why i like this poem so much without becoming incoherent, but if i had to try, i'd say it's because in my opinion, there is no glory on the battlefield. it's just men murdering men, because they're scared to die themselves. and oftentimes, soldiers die without ever seeing the "justice" or "peace" they fought for. and even if they live to see peace, it's only disrupted by another conflict, or someone's greed or hate. i mean, it's human nature to be greedy, and conflict is inevitable, but inflicting pain and misery on each other will do nothing but show who's the cruelest.

i guess you could argue that a display of strength is the only way you can get someone to listen to you, but it's awful that it has to be that way.

For sure one of my favourites. Masterpiece of literature. The ending is apotheotic.

 

[mahakaliSS_MahaDurga]

Friends Within The Darkness

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible—
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

the old composers — Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.

Charles Bukowski

 

[Isadeth]

Here's the full version:

Although I never said it much, I think you had to know,
of all the things, in all the world, love is hardest to show.
And though I tried, to tell you over and over again.
The love we shared together, is far too precious to end.
Now as God feels I am ready, and I will soon depart.
The love I feel, for you right now, I'll take with me in my heart.
I realize, God must love you, so very very much.
but it hurts me just the same, to think of our losing touch.
I will smile to you in sunshine, and I'll cry to you in rain,
And I'll laugh to you with memories, that are oh so ever plain.
Instead of feeling sorry for the things you didn't do or say,
Remember me, and love me, for the joy you brought me everyday.
I was with you 'til the end, my friend, and I hope you know that too,
but I think, most important of all, I loved you for being you.

♡

 

[Lorntroubles]

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

-Robert Frost

 

[Good4Nothing]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my favorite poem
Because it's the only one I know

Roses are grey
Violets are grey
I'm a DOG!

 

[waterbottleman]

Roses are grey
Violets are grey
I'm a DOG!

This poem is so bad and low quality its good and made me laugh

 

[One day too late]

Sometimes i cry,
because i am on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
they flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn,
and i find it difficult 2 carry on
I had an ear 2 confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friends
but who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on
the world moves fast and it would rather pass you by than 2 stop and C what makes you cry
It's painful and sad sometimes i cry and no one cares about why.
- Tupac Shakur

 

[Deleted member 1465]

'If' by Rudyard Kipling.

 

[Thatsthelot]

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, "be happy Henry!"
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw

one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled

A smile to remember- bukowski

 

[Chupacabra 44]

The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll | Poetry Foundation

"The sun was shining on the sea,

www.poetryfoundation.org

 

[XYZ]

The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll | Poetry Foundation

"The sun was shining on the sea,

www.poetryfoundation.org

I just read this poem for the first time. Correct me if I'm wrong, but does it not sound an awful lot like a parody on Coleridge?

 

[Chupacabra 44]

I just read this poem for the first time. Correct me if I'm wrong, but does it not sound an awful lot like a parody on Coleridge?

I'm unsure.

My listing of this poem is, in part, a way for me to face my fears. I've had social anxiety since preschool. In fourth grade, I was selected to read a passage before the entire school. Anxiety kicked in and I could not remember a single line. Lol

I'm unsure.

My listing of this poem is, in part, a way for me to face my fears. I've had social anxiety since preschool. In fourth grade, I was selected to read a passage before the entire school. Anxiety kicked in and I could not remember a single line. Lol

Gives us yours.

 

[XYZ]

I'm unsure.

My listing of this poem is, in part, a way for me to face my fears. I've had social anxiety since preschool. In fourth grade, I was selected to read a passage before the entire school. Anxiety kicked in and I could not remember a single line. Lol



Gives us yours.

I also experienced black out in front of the class. Don't want to revisit that memory. Good that you posted the poem as a way to deal with what happened. I certainly enjoyed reading it

I have so many favourite poems, not sure I can choose one. But I'll give it some thought and see if I can come up with one that's short and sweet.

 

[Deleted member 1465]

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

 

[WinterFaust]

Hmm. I enjoy poetry a lot but my memory has been pretty bad and I can't remember most things that I like, good ol depression. These are some well known poems that I can actually remember that I like a lot.

Daddy - Sylvia Plath, Mayskovsky by Frank O Hara

 

[Deleted member 1465]

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

By Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert… | Poetry Foundation

Whose woods these are I think I know.

www.poetryfoundation.org

Thank you @ghostspace for giving me a poem whose last verse expresses how I feel in a very concise and eloquent way.

 

[Panna]

If We Must Die

If we must die, let it be not like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

I just adore this, rally the kinsmen and fight for the right to exist, the right to have normal values that are untainted and so on. Reading this always reminds of the glorious charge at the end of the return of the kings. What I wouldnt give to see something like that happen within my lifetime.

 

[TheSoulless]

I don't read poems, but Eino Leino is good. He's the best-known poet in Finland. He lived in the late 19th century, so a lot of romanticism in his works, which I like. Here's one of his most popular ones with an English translation:

Elegia by Eino Leino [FIN/ENG]

A poetry blog - collection of favorite poems always with contribution, and a number of my own works (those always have "ME:" tag in the title).

reversepoetry.blogspot.com

And a song based on the poem:

 

[omoidarui]

Us Two

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.

"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.

"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.

A. A. Milne

 

[Deleted member 14573]

From my signature, you can tell I love Omar Khayyam, a Persian poet and mathematician.

Some more verses from The Rubaiyat:

XXVIII
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

XXXII
There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was--and then no more of Thee and Me.


XII
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll | Poetry Foundation

"The sun was shining on the sea,

www.poetryfoundation.org

This was genuinely creepy in the Alice in Wonderland movie.