Poems
 

Since there was a very brief discussion on poetry earlier, I thought we'd have a thread where we could throw in our favorite poets or poems or favorite lines from poems.

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix"

Howl by Allen Ginsberg, very anti-establishment and anti-modern society.

Howz about yooouuuuuu?

Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. I really like the poem,There is a Word, by Emily Dickinson!

Last part of the poem entitled "Ode To The West Wind" by Percy Byshee Shelley. One of my ultimate favourite English poetry...

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip the skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision, I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
O, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped 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.*


*It is sweet and meet (fitting) to die for one's country

Here are some of mine:


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My faceless spirit,
fly away...
your not needed anymore.

i'll be left by myself
yet never alone.
free from all restriction

i'll teach myself to use my wings.
re - discovering
places we've been before.

i'll breathe air which your lungs have tasted
ill see sights that your eyes will miss.
feel the wind against your dark shape for the last time.
be alone as i've been before.

this life is no longer yours
I take it back.
without permission
without regret.

You, my old freind,
will no longer live in me

This Life Is Mine.
Not Yours.
Cast back into the void.
Your not needed anymore

--------- AND

5am
a night gone by
.nothing shown

time..
my empty hourglass

breathing hurts

inhaling...
giving in
giving this poor chest ...
nothing..


these lungs filled of anxiety in every take
pulpatating this heart..

this heart...
dieing everyday

this worry brought upon
kills me
so hard to say

my nerves
once of steel
these nerves
been shattered away

5am
this night
every night

time stoped long ago

freezing
this feeling
reflecting
these feelings

..never had long ago

light and day
now remaining the same

no water
no salvage
..can extinguish this flame

Now set

I burn

my time

the only time..

my 5am...
?

There once was a man named Bob
He had a dog with a big belly named Hog.

But one day his Dog went pop
So the Dog went from Oven to his Gob.

but they don't rhyme:confused: :confused: :confused:

j/k - very nice

All depends how u read it. Thats the thing. They end up flowing and rhyming on certain spots and it just makes it that much sweeter.

thanks though :)

I wish you could come to my lil blip on the map town to our "in" spot on poetry night.
You'd get alot of snaps for what you wrote.

:D

thanks love.