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February 23rd, 2010

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Hello there.
I was just wondering do you have a favorite poem?
Well I guess I wasn't just wondering, I'll be honest I have an assignment wherein I have to bring in my 5 favorite poems, I have 2, but I am very indecisive when choosing favorites, and have been sitting here for 2 hours reading, and I use run on sentences.
So can I use your insight to cheat?

EmilyBalins
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I have a favorite poem, but it's written by my best friend, and I don't think she would've wanted me to share it!

February 23rd, 2010
critterspun
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My favorite is "I'm In Love" by Charles Bukowski.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-in-love/

Why yes, Chiodos did quote like the entire poem in one song. xD

February 23rd, 2010
briannakb
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I really enjoy "She Walks In Beauty," but I'm more of a writer than reader when It comes to poetry, unfortunately. Good luck :)

February 23rd, 2010
Lingenfizzle
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Sing the Body Electric.

Please, allow me to say that you look lovely today, Alexis.

February 23rd, 2010
Zachary
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You can always go with some cliche choices like "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe or "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.

I remember liking a poem I read in school called "A Song On The End of the World".

February 23rd, 2010
whirledsol
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
When the Astronomer stops seeking
I am nobody, who are you?

These are my top five. I love Dickinson.

February 23rd, 2010
emmmmmmaa
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I've always been a fan of Edgar Allen Poe's "Annabel Lee".
I had to memorize my favorite poem for English one year, and Annabel Lee is the one I chose.

February 23rd, 2010
mickie
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Bones of Winter - Said The Whale (Lyrics, but still poetry)

And

Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

=]

February 23rd, 2010
PagboZ
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I never saw a purple cow;
I never hope to see one;
but I can tell you anyhow;
I'd rather see than be one!

I have strong love for purple cows

I don't know why but there's an austere dark romance in Blake's The sick rose:

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy

I mean as long as you don't read it as a physical infection...then it's just kinda like an admission of guilt!

February 23rd, 2010
MimmbleMimmble
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@EmilyBalins Ah poo, it's cool that your favorite poem is by your best friend though.

@critterspun I love that song! (*pouts about Craig Owens, still*) Thank you Allan!

@briannakb Lord Byron, yes, Romanticism Era, yes, thank you :)

@Lingenfizzle I like that one too. Well thank you Jay.

@Zachary I really like poems on the end of the world. They usually manipulate the element of fear and chaos, but this one operates on the mundane and surprise, nice. Thanks Zach!

@whirledsol Every english teacher I've ever encountered in my high school dislikes Emily Dickinson. It's strange. Most of them say it's because she's difficult to analyze. But that's probably not going to stop me from using one of these. Thanks Will!

@mickie I am listening to Said the Whale right now, whoa weird. Thank you for the help Mickie!

@PagboZ Haha yes, thank you.

February 23rd, 2010
critterspun
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They've already replaced Craig. ._.

February 23rd, 2010
mitto
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I was recently going through my great-grandfather's writings he left and I found this poem. I really quite like it.

Life is not a rehearsal.
It's a challenge we all have to meet..
Enjoy yourself, do the best you can.
Each day gone by is not for us to repeat.
Look to this day, for it is life,
The very life of life. In it's brief course lie all
the realities and varieties of existence.
The bliss of growth, The splendour of action,
The glory of power.
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today, well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.

Also Shawna has so many good poems on her blog if you read it. Some of my favourites are Muse, All We Are, Sakura and My Dancing Dress.

February 24th, 2010
Heatheralzahri
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Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could i see it from the mountains
If i were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which ive never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor! Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please do tell a little Pilgrim Where the place called Morning lies!
-Emily Dickinson

October 3rd, 2010
mirrortomysoul
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I presume you already have submitted your asignment but I would like to share mine none the less.
It is Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe.
I prefer to listen to it read my Matthew Gray Gubler but it is quite exquisite just to read in a slow dreamy voice inside your head.

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 sepulcher
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 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 sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

January 31st, 2011
MimmbleMimmble
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@PurplePlatypus OH MY GOODNESS, I love that poem and that writer and Matthew Gray Gubler. ^_^ For the final assignment we had to narrow it down to one poem and do a project about it. I picked "To F--" by Poe!

January 31st, 2011
mirrortomysoul
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@MimmbleMimmble You are the first person i've ever come in contact with, except from myself, that loves that trio as well! :)
I must ask, don't you just adore Matthews art? I find it surrealistic and heart warming.
May I just add also, that I love your youtube videos, you are one of the few people on youtube whom I feel amused by. Your sarcasm and whittyness is pretty rare and I like very much! :)

February 1st, 2011