Post your favorite poem from your favorite poet or one of your favorites?

Post your favorite poem from your favorite poet or one of your favorites, and why you like the poem.

Here is one of my favorite poems about the Cthulhu something created by H. P. Lovecraft a poet and writer who was driven insane possibly by his own writings, I could try to explain the Cthulhu but none of you would get it lol, I don't even get it.

Cthulhu Chyrielle

Receive my caution, wayward child,
Heed not the words of madmen wild
Who seek to break the ancient ties
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

I pray do not immerse your mind
In eldritch visions left behind
By that cold void which horrifies
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

Take heed and leave behind, anon,
The dreams of Necronomicon
Of spectral depths 'neath gloomy skies
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

Forget the madness and the fear
Of cyclopean horrors queer
Within the realm of Man's demise
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

I beg of you do not engage
The loathsome and accursed rage
That echoes where the last hope dies
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

Shed horrid nightmares, I implore,
Of that unutterable lore
That speaks of realms of human cries
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

Abnormal landscapes bleak and black
I pray won't be reflected back
Within your frantic haunted eyes
Where dead Cthulhu dreaming lies

As for why I like it well, it's interesting and is something that you can't really understand no matter how hard you try and when you figure something out, something else doesn't make sense, among other things. So what are some of your favorite poems and why do you like them?


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What Girls Said 2

  • Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
    I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
    And in some perfumes is there more delight
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.

    It's beautiful how Shakespeare points out this woman's most tragic flaws, or flaws that society at that time period would label as "the most tragic," and yet ends the Sonnet with those two lines stating how he loves her anyway.

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    • Ah Shakespeare one of my favorite writers/poets, great piece, good choice.

    • Impressive as well for someone your age to understand and get what he was writing about.

  • If you said you were cold
    I would wrap my arms around you.
    If you said you were thirsty I would give you the ocean blue.
    I would give you anything: the moon, the stars, the sunset too.
    This heart in my hands I hold out to you.

    Katiynd Jenkins
    July 2008

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What Guys Said 2

  • It's too long to print here, but "Locksley Hall" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, written in 1835.

    http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174629

    I've always loved the imagery.

    My favorite passage is this:

    For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
    Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;

    Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
    Pilots of the purple twilight dropping down with costly bales;

    Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew
    From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue;

    Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
    With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm;

    Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd
    In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.

    There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,
    And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.

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    • Wonderful piece a great choice Alfred, Lord Tennyson was indeed a great writer/poet.

  • I don't know much about poetry, but that's just a bad poem.

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    • Lol you said yourself I don't know much about poetry so you wouldn't know what the Cthulhu is or the lore behind it, hence why you do not understand the poem.

      It's all good though I wouldn't recommend delving into Cthulhu related stuff.

    • The lore behind the poem has nothing to do with the quality of the poem itself...

    • But to understand the poem you must understand what it is about, your must understand the style of the poetry. The quality is fine, about a hundred poets even some professional could back me up on that, your entitled to your opinion of course, if you don't like it that's fine lol.

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