What is your favorite poem?

I usually like dark poem's and romantic poem's. My favorite poem's are William Blake's, A poison tree & Robert Frost's Stopping by woods on a snowy evening. There are many other writing's I admire as well that aren't as well known, but still very good!


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  • I have so many though :( but one of my favourites is The Tyger by William Blake


    • Ahh yes I remeber reading this one as a kid i was so confused😂Lol name them all doll face 😃

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    • Ohhh Jesus ! Lmfao I actually tried to picture that scenario😂😂
      Ooo lalaaaa I'll put those on my list thanks big head☺

    • Hahaha no problem :)

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What Guys Said 16

  • Well my favorite poem is personal and won't be shown but my second favorite is one I wrote along side many other poets a long time ago.

    Legend of the Sealed Kingdom

    The sealed Kingdom is a horrifying place
    where the Werewolves howl chills the blood and sends ripples of fear down your spine
    a place that never sees the light of day but always the dead of night
    a place were the screams of the damned echo through the spectral wind,
    a wind that never feels warm but always an unnatural cold
    like death itself is imbued within it,
    and as the darkest part of the eternal night approaches,
    the moon rises over the Fortress of the condemned,
    and gleams its dreary light upon the kingdom making the land glow a ghastly silver,
    just light enough to see were you are going...
    But faint enough to not see what's hidden in the darkness...
    the Birthplace of evil Land of eternal darkness,
    this is the sealed Kingdom forever drenched in shadow,
    hidden within the trenches of eternity, lost in the currents of dream
    beneath the tides of time, lying broken in the cold, lifeless abyss
    in the place of wolves, that roam betwixt mortality and mortality's dream
    in a place of hidden demons that dance upon the winds of mystery
    atop a lone mountain, assaulted through eternity by the howl of treachery
    so lies the Sealed Kingdom, forever drenched in shadow,
    and so lies the darkness that once dwelt upon the land.

    The darkness that once breathed.
    That once walked.
    That once thought.
    That now lies in slumber, awaiting the day,
    when the eternal companion of darkness shall awaken anew
    a companion by the name
    of Fate...

    Slumbering in shadow, the stars beam down faint light
    In the moonlight, they respect the interlopers
    in the darkness, twisted inside reality
    people will now believe my story of.

    The sealed kingdom, in slumber
    the blood night keeps the morning dew away
    The lost tale, of this damned place
    will be sealed away, until its legend fades, then all...
    will be true...

    Beneath melancholy black clouds and above mystic black waters lies the Cursed Castle of Ages Old; the castle long abandoned by the living and captured by haunted souls of those not yet fully dead lies in a plane of forgotten time evermore. The sun has forgotten what that place looks like, and the darkness has erased the glory that once shone out radiantly from the splendid nation.

    • Now it is little more than the sporting grounds of ghouls and monsters worse than can the dark woods hold. The dark stone road greets no travelers and the mountainous landscape conceals the skeleton of a castle from any would be adventurous soul who may by chance find the relic of a nation and wish to exploit it. Such places should never be found by such people, for certain agony is the only outcome. Shadows fade into darkness and mist vanishes into black rock. Such things should never be seen by men...

      By a border of fear,
      was a kingdom of cold,
      sealed far away,
      yet so very near...

      Enter who may leave,
      And leave all ye who enter,
      for in the shadows
      lies the spider's weave...

      Across a barren land
      Of death and sorrow
      Fight or defend...

      The darkness yearns
      It lies in wait
      To kill all that returns,
      You fall to your knees in despair,
      For your love lies behind the walls,
      Never to be seen again,
      Inside the Sealed Kingdom...

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    • Hahahaaa😃 this is the kind of answer I want! Nowww😅just give me some time to read it all lol

    • Sure thing.

  • I leant upon a coppice gate
    When Frost was spectre-grey,
    And Winter's dregs made desolate
    The weakening eye of day.
    The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
    Like strings of broken lyres,
    And all mankind that haunted nigh
    Had sought their household fires.

    The land's sharp features seemed to be
    The Century's corpse outleant,
    His crypt the cloudy canopy,
    The wind his death-lament.
    The ancient pulse of germ and birth
    Was shrunken hard and dry,
    And every spirit upon earth
    Seemed fervourless as I.

    At once a voice arose among
    The bleak twigs overhead
    In a full-hearted evensong
    Of joy illimited;
    An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
    In blast-beruffled plume,
    Had chosen thus to fling his soul
    Upon the growing gloom.

    So little cause for carolings
    Of such ecstatic sound
    Was written on terrestrial things
    Afar or nigh around,
    That I could think there trembled through
    His happy good-night air
    Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
    And I was unaware.

    Thomas Hardy, OM. Amazing writer and poet. He actually lived around where I live. I drive past his old house on the way to school every day :)

  • My own and Mike Tysons his are pretty good. "I am the most suspicious, the most malicious, fictitious, inconspicuous, vicious prosper the greatest conqueror no I am Alexander he's no Alexander I am the best ever I am the most ruthless I am sonny Liston I am Jack Demsey there is no one like me there is no one that can match me my style is inpicious my defense is impregnable and I am just ferocious I want your heart I wanna eat his children praise be to Allah".

  • This... LOL, it brings memories; most of them not so pleasant. xD


    I wish I could translate it but I have no effing idea what the hell is being talked about here. All what I know is that it's describing some horse. -.-

  • I really enjoy William Blake's Auguries of Innocence. At least I think that's what it's called... Hahaha

  • "Fern Hill" by Dylan Thomas, is one of my favorite poems.

  • That my former girlfriend made me

  • I like Robert's frost The road not taken.
    The rime of the ancient mariner by Samuel (forgot last name )
    The idiot boy by William Wordsworth.

    I like some others too but not worth the favourite category.

    • Kumii😨 youuuu? Thuglicious taking enjoyment in a form of art? Lol I must be dreaming! I'm going to check out , The idiot and The rime asap boo👉👌💦

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    • Bruhhhhh that poem has to be in the World records of long ass fucking poem's Lmao 😂

    • Ancient mariner? Yep that's a long one.

  • The Genius Of The Crowd - Charles Bukowski.

  • Roses are red

    Violets are blue

    I have a gun

    Get in the van

  • After Apple Picking, Robert Frost.

  • I don't think I have a favorite poem :/

    • What about that poem u wrote about me? Lol

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    • That tape was so lame!! She can't even snatch the soul from his dick... I don't even remember if she licked his ball's😠😢 my granny can do better than that.. But I'd beat her ass if she tried to😂

    • I really didn't watch it. Just little bits and pieces. What little I did see was lame for sure. 😃😃😃😃

  • Maya Angelou- Alone

  • Ba ba ba ba black sheep, have you any wool.
    Yes sir yes sir three bags full.

  • I've liked a few of mine I've written. I love Shakespeare.

  • girl on girl

    • Lmfaooo 😂😂😂😂😂I gotta pee! How poetic that is indeed!

What Girls Said 12

  • I have lots of favorites. Really, this is gna depend on the day you ask me and the mood I'm in.
    My favorite English-language poet is probably Sara Teasdale (as already noted in the comments, by mah secret #lilsis across the world, there).
    In Spanish, the first names that comes to mind are Mario Benedetti and Octavio Paz, although... again, depends on when you ask me and what i've been thinking about.


    I have this way of scribbling stupid mini-poems about my own life on little scraps of paper.

    Like, ok, my husband and I took a little trip for our 10th wedding anniversary. Somewhere -- in the hotel, or in some restaurant or something -- there was some Cosmo-type magazine with an article about one-night stands. Which gave us a good laugh, since our marriage basically started as a one-night stand (which then turned into 14 months of long-distance relationship, bla bla bla).
    I tore out one of the subscription cards, and ripped off the mostly-blank part of it. Later, when he was sleeping, I scrawled on there:

    one night stands
    and nothing ever
    tears it down

    ... I love you"

    Ok, I'm a stupid sappy romantic. lol.
    Hey, he still carries it in his wallet.

    • my heartt <3 that is the cutest thing everr i'm counting down the days until i turn 25 hahaha

    • Hahahaaa nooo never! I like sappy romantic's ! Aww how cute he carries it around, y'all are so adorable! I've never heard of Teasdale but I'm going to check all three of them out, I'm trying but there are solo many being commented lol

  • I have a list of favorite poems in Portuguese. But this is my favorite poem in English:

    Still I Rise

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don't you take it awful hard
    'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
    Diggin' in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I've got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history's shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    Maya Angelou

    It means so much to me...

    • Omggg I Love "Still I Rise" R. I. P to a great! Lol name them all idc☺

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    • Yeah lol I'm not joking I'd love to read them.

    • That seems good to me. But they are not translated in English.
      Still I can name them.

  • After a while
    you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
    and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.
    And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't always promises
    and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
    And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
    After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
    So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
    And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn
    with every good-bye you learn.

    This is my favorite one. It basically taught me to take relationships with a grain of salt because nothing I permanent and people leave when they're ready and without notice.

  • Hmm, I like Brown penny by William Butler Yeats and Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas.

    • I've actually heard of this one, but never got around to reading it. Thanks I'll add this to my must Read's☺

  • Hard to choose as there's a lot of good poems out there, I like the Erlking, that's also very dark, but probably only really good if you read it in german, which is the original language. In general though I also like the works of Lord Byron, Wordsworth & John Keats.

  • Well, I wrote a song and here's the chorus to it

    Loving you
    The shadows in the hills come up to rise
    Loving you
    Heaven shines through the night
    Loving you
    The clock stops beating, Wishing for no end
    Loving you
    My life is born again

    And I love these lyrics (jjcc-oneway)
    if there’s a past life, we probably loved each other then too
    a whole life would be too short with you, we probably lived twice
    my frozen heart begins to beat
    you melt me so that I could live again
    under the moon light, we share sweet kiss
    both eyes close, like an eclipse

    I will endure it all, through the sounds of you calling me
    I wake up, I can’t rest
    everyday, same as yesterday
    I can’t find you anywhere

  • I don't have one!

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  • Invictus by William Ernest Henley

  • there are a few I created

  • Yes! Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening is one of mine too.

    Acquainted with the Night and Bereft by Frost

    My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun and Wild Nights - Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson

    The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy

    The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

    I know there are more, but those sprung to mind.

    • Lol great mind's think a like. I'm going to definitely check those out right now and get back to you ☺😀thanks

  • Don Blanding - The Double Life

    How very simple life would be
    If only there were two of me
    A Restless Me to drift and roam
    A Quiet Me to stay at home.
    A Searching One to find his fill
    Of varied skies and newfound thrill
    While sane and homely things are done
    By the domestic Other One.

    And that's just where the trouble lies;
    There is a Restless Me that cries
    For chancy risks and changing scene,
    For arctic blue and tropic green,
    For deserts with their mystic spell,
    For lusty fun and raising Hell,

    But shackled to that Restless Me
    My Other Self rebelliously
    Resists the frantic urge to move.
    It seeks the old familiar groove
    That habits make. It finds content
    With hearth and home — dear prisonment,
    With candlelight and well-loved books
    And treasured loot in dusty nooks,

    With puttering and garden things
    And dreaming while a cricket sings
    And all the while the Restless One
    Insists on more exciting fun,
    It wants to go with every tide,
    No matter where…just for the ride.
    Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
    Until I have no peace at all.

    One eye turns to the forward track,
    The other eye looks sadly back.
    I'm getting wall-eyed from the strain,
    (It's tough to have an idle brain)
    But One says "Stay" and One says "Go"
    And One says "Yes," and One says "No,"
    And One Self wants a home and wife
    And One Self craves the drifter's life.

    The Restless Fellow always wins
    I wish my folks had made me twins.