Favourite or Intriguing Poems

[Sir William]

What are your favourite poems? Or ones you find most interesting? Share some of the verses that you find the most poignant, touching, exemplar, etc.

[Sir William]

I love poems by Poe, but there's also one by Lermontov I really find amusing
"Gratitude"
For all, for all! I thank you, o my dear:
For passions' deeply hidden pledge,
For poison of a kiss, and stinging of a tear,
Abuse by friends, and enemies' revenge;
For soul's light, extinguished in a prison,
For things by which I was deceived before.
But do not give me any real reason
To give you thanks from now any more.

[Officer Bing]

hi Sir William thanx for everything really

i like this poem alot


The Reader

Who knows him, this youth who's let his face sink down
from this existence to a second one,
which only the swift turning of full pages
sometimes violently interrupts?

Even his mother would not be sure
it's he who sits there reading something
saturated with his shadow. And we, with our hours,
how can we gauge how much of him was lost

before with effort he looked up: lifting
everything that inhered down below in the book
with eyes that, instead of taking, bumped
givingly into our nonporous world:
the way quiet children, having played alone,
suddenly experience what's at hand;
but his features, which were unbewildered,
remained forever recomposed.

Rainier Maria Rilke (translated from the German by Edward Snow)

[ام العبد]

thanks Sir William for this
i really appreciate this page
:gf:

[ام العبد]

Your love is a lantern
That lights my way
Uplifting my spirits
When skies are gray
************
Your love is a wave
That lifts me higher,
Into a sea
Of tender desire
************
Your love is a flame
That can never die,
For always and ever,
It will be just you and I.
*************
Your love is a rose,
Moistened with dew,
Touching my soul,
With the beauty of you.

[ام العبد]

You're the shoulder I lean on,
the hand that I hold
The eyes with the message
That never grows old
The smile that is part of
Each warm memory
You're everything special
That means love to me.

[ام العبد]

I had closed the door upon my heart
And wouldn't let anyone in,
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
But, that would never happen again
**************
I had locked the door and tossed the key
As hard, and as far as I could,
Love would never enter there again,
My heart was closed for good
*************
Then you came into my life
And made me change my mind,
Just when I thought that tiny key
was impossible to find

**********
That's when you held out your hand
And proved to me I was wrong,
Inside your palm was the key to my heart ...
You had it all along

[سهاد]

A LITTLE while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.

Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart--
What thought, what scene invites thee now
What spot, or near or far apart,
Has rest for thee, my weary brow?

There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.

The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear--
So longed for--as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown,
I love them--how I love them all!


A Little While, A Little While
Emily Bronte

[Sir William]

hi Sir William thanx for everything really

i like this poem alot


The Reader

Who knows him, this youth who's let his face sink down
from this existence to a second one,
which only the swift turning of full pages
sometimes violently interrupts?

Even his mother would not be sure
it's he who sits there reading something
saturated with his shadow. And we, with our hours,
how can we gauge how much of him was lost

before with effort he looked up: lifting
everything that inhered down below in the book
with eyes that, instead of taking, bumped
givingly into our nonporous world:
the way quiet children, having played alone,
suddenly experience what's at hand;
but his features, which were unbewildered,
remained forever recomposed.

Rainier Maria Rilke (translated from the German by Edward Snow)

I really liked that poem officer Bing, I had never heard it before... Thank-you for giving me the joy of reading it

[Sir William]

Your love is a lantern
That lights my way
Uplifting my spirits
When skies are gray
************
Your love is a wave
That lifts me higher,
Into a sea
Of tender desire
************
Your love is a flame
That can never die,
For always and ever,
It will be just you and I.
*************
Your love is a rose,
Moistened with dew,
Touching my soul,
With the beauty of you.

You're the shoulder I lean on,
the hand that I hold
The eyes with the message
That never grows old
The smile that is part of
Each warm memory
You're everything special
That means love to me.

I had closed the door upon my heart
And wouldn't let anyone in,
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
But, that would never happen again
**************
I had locked the door and tossed the key
As hard, and as far as I could,
Love would never enter there again,
My heart was closed for good
*************
Then you came into my life
And made me change my mind,
Just when I thought that tiny key
was impossible to find

**********
That's when you held out your hand
And proved to me I was wrong,
Inside your palm was the key to my heart ...
You had it all along

Liked these poems but can you please cite the author's name ,Thank you :biggrin1:

[Sir William]

A LITTLE while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.

Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart--
What thought, what scene invites thee now
What spot, or near or far apart,
Has rest for thee, my weary brow?

There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.

The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear--
So longed for--as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown,
I love them--how I love them all!


A Little While, A Little While
Emily Bronte


That's a beautiful poem. I've never read any of Emily Bronte poems before, but reading that I think that I could easily become a fan of her work. It's very de scri ptive, visual...and I love visual.:biggrin1:

[Sir William]

From “Sonnets to Orpheus”
by Rainer Maria Rilke

“Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence ring out like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your face

grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.
Move through transformation, out and in.
What is the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.

In this immeasurable darkness, be the power
that rounds your senses in their magic ring,
the sense of their mysterious encounter.

And if the earthly no longer knows your name,
whisper to the silent earth: I’m flowing,
To the flashing water say: I am."

[Riddles & Rhymes]

1849
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 kinsman 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 lie 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.


-The End-

[Riddles & Rhymes]

I was a bit suprised to not find this poem already posted... perhaps I overlooked it...

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ROAD LESS TRAVELED

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference


Robert Frost