My Favorite Poem (What's your favorite poem and why)
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Poetry waters the spirit like no other form of writing. Everyone has a poem that warms their heart and makes them smile like no other words can do. The poem seems to scream "I love you" or "smile" or "dream" or something special just for us (the reader). My favorite is Beautiful Black Men by Nikki Giovanni.
The poem was written in 1968 which is the year my husband was born. Everytime I think about this poem, I immediately think about my husband who is beautiful both inside and out.
What's your favorite poem? Share why this poem is so special?
The poem was written in 1968 which is the year my husband was born. Everytime I think about this poem, I immediately think about my husband who is beautiful both inside and out.
What's your favorite poem? Share why this poem is so special?
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Permalink Reply by Synolve Craft on -
Pamilla: The "If" is very weighty in this poem while the poet spells out how to have success.....It seems to float as a question hanging over this young man's head. Many times we all have this same question of "if" especially during these economic times.......
Do you know who Kipling wrote this poem for?
Pamilla deLeon- Lewis said:I have several favorite poems. However, -IF by Rudyard Kipling speaks volumes. Enjoy.
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
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Permalink Reply by itsangel on -
tThe Road Not Taken, has always been my favorite Do you ever wonder if the road you took to life was the right one?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Permalink Reply by Rugbymom on -
William Blake - the Poison Apple. (It has been a while since I read it) and a Robert Browning poem I love but cannot think of the name. I think my favorite artists overall are Edna St. Vincent Millay, Rainer Maria Rilke and William Blake.
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Permalink Reply by Rugbymom on
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IMHO, I think it is definately an art form, but different category, lyrics and songs can indeed be poetry, but if we are talking lyrics & Songs in addition to poetry then we should open up the discussion more.
I guess what I am saying is that I have my favorite lyrics and I have my favorite peoms. The two are seperate. Maybe that isn't the case for others? I'm curious whether it is or is not.
Synolve Craft said:We had an interesting discussion in my an English lit. class that I took last semester. The professor talked about whether rap and songs should be considered poetry. I definitely think so!!!
Wouldn't it be interesting if songs could be entered in Poetry contests and will national awards...Not that I want the competition. But wouldn't that be interesting?
What do you think?
AfriDigiDiva said:My tastes are so eclectic when it comes to poetry. I even look at song lyrics as poetry. And if that were the case it would be India Arie's "Brown Skin". But there are really so many. I used to love Def Poetry Jam and often dreamed of being in front of the mic with my voice being heard, my story being told.
I don't want to offend anyone. But this was by far my favorite poem this year: Maya Angelou
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Permalink Reply by jaha_knight on
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My fav excerpt of a poem is a poem by W.B. Yeats. They were the first words that I read that spoke directly to my soul.
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
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Permalink Reply by Dana Neal on -
I have dated myself with this poem. Yet, I agree it is so wonderful. I think, and this is just my thoughts...I think this poem was chosen because of the context of the movie. If you re-read the words in your mind....and think about the meaning..it means life does not stay the same...you are first the most wonderful thing in your moms eye when you are born..you start off with a wonderful career or business idea..but that first GREEN is GOLD..but how do you hold onto it?
Synolve Craft said:Dana:
If the gold can not stay, where does it go? Why can it not stay? This is a very nice poem. Thank you for sharing it! I hadn't read this one before!!!
Dana Neal said:Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost...I can recite it by memory..I fell in love with it from the movie The Outsider's when I was like 12!
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Permalink Reply by Pamela on -
My favorite poem is the one my daughter wrote the morning of her sons funeral - I read it at the funeral - he was 9 months old and I believe that it really was inspired.
This IS Going To Hurt
“This is going to hurt”
The nurse said to me, only hours after having my special baby; it was about a shot, but I knew better, it was about the journey ahead of me.
“This is going to hurt”...
I saw you for the first time, so little and so frail, I knew instantly you were my life’s mission and I knew I couldn’t fail...
“This is going to hurt”....
I took you home and raised you, amid Dr’s warnings, trying to prepare; your big brown eyes and fuzzy red hair caught me unaware, they nestled themselves deep in my heart and I felt such joy... and I just loved you beyond all others my precious baby boy...
‘This is going to hurt’...
It wasn’t easy for either of us; doctors words, needles and pain.
Sweetheart for all the time it gave us I wouldn’t change a thing.
Those late late nights of holding you and kissing your double chin, your fiestiness and tiny hands, gripping my thumb within.
Your sweet gaze full of love, staring at my face... for all the love I felt from you and God’s amazing Grace...
“This is going to hurt”...
Nine months, sweet boy I held you; nine months, I watched your strife; nine months, we fought together to keep you in this life...
But your little body couldn't bare what your spirit tried to best... and together we decided to let your little body rest...
“This is going to hurt”...
I know you are up there watching, playing with angels in the sky. Please forgive me baby boy if all I want to do right now is cry...
Such a blessing to all who knew you, so many sweet moments time cannot replace. Sleep in Gods arms little one and know you have found your place.
Play with your family up in heaven dear, look forward to the day I join you amidst all the beauty up there. I will once again hold you and gaze at your darling face.
Know that I wouldn’t change a thing, not one memory would I erase...
It was worth every ounce of hurt... I love you Hunter baby....
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