How many of you like poetry?

If you do, what's your favorite poem? And why? I love poetry, so I'm very curious about this!
Also, you get to meet new people, and that's always nice :)


Most Helpful Guy

  • I love poetry, but know very little about it. I do, nowever, love the nonsense rhymes of Edward Lear.

    There was a young lady from Bute,
    Who played on a silver gilt flute,
    She played several jigs
    To her uncle's white pigs,
    That musical lady from Bute.

    Something like that, anyway... :-)

    • Oh, that is fantastic! I love it!

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    • ... and welcome to GAG, too!!

    • You did some great sharing! You deserved it :D

Most Helpful Girl

  • My favorite poem is A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne.

    It's about where he is going a long trip overseas and he doesn't want his wife to cry because even though they aren't physically together, they are spiritually together. He compares their love to gold and metalwork:

    Our two souls therefore, which are one,
    Though I must go, endure not yet
    A breach, but an expansion,
    Like gold to airy thinness beat.

    He also compares it to a mathematical compass:

    As stiff twin compasses are two;
    Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
    To move, but doth, if th' other do.

    And though it in the center sit,
    Yet, when the other far doth roam,
    It leans, and hearkens after it,
    And grows erect, as that comes home.

    Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
    Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
    Thy firmness makes my circle just,
    And makes me end where I begun.

    She'll be staying in one place, but he will travel and come right back to where he belongs, which is home with her <3 <3


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What Guys Said 12

  • My favorite is Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. I don't know why but I've always liked darker stuff movie/music/movies etc
    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 wingèd 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 kinsmen 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

    • Oh this is absolutely beautiful... Poe is such a good read.
      I would love to know more of what you like, as you said, music/movies/etc, you seem to have good taste, even if the stuff is a little dark. Nothing wrong with a little darkness!
      I love the poem, thank you for sharing!

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    • My favorite prose of his is "The Double Room" I suggest you read it it's incredible. Also if you liked Annabel Lee then you should watch the short film on youtube made for it

    • You were right, it was incredible! And the short film made for "Annabel Lee" was so so lovely!

  • If you can keep your head when all about you

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;

    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;

    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

    And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,

    And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

    If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

    If-by Rudyard Kipling

  • "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers for any man who shal spill their blood with mine is surely my brother"

    To my future wife
    "My love for you is like the sun and the moon, even when they cannot be seen it is constant, but unlike the stars in the sky it will never die. I hope to be your everlasting light"
    Wrote that in like two minutes so sorry if it sounds cheesy

  • I like, but I don't have a favorite, I either forget the writer or the writing itself
    But yes I like it, and feell ike writing some myself when thinking about it

  • Roses are Red , Violets are blue,
    We both are Asian,
    Ching chong chooo.

  • My favourite are
    Stopping by woods by Robert Frost

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer 5
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake. 10
    The only other sounds the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep, 15
    And miles to go before I sleep.

    And Leisure by William Henry

    I love poetry, but I suck at writing, I do have one written on my profile if you care to read. And if you waste time in reading it, please do send me a review and suggestions to improve my work.

    • That is a beautiful poem, and I will be sure to read what you wrote.

  • You made me smile when i saw your smile so i hope this makes you smile again lol.

    Roses are red, violets are blue
    Some flowers stay in the winter, only a few,
    But there is this one, i happened to see,
    It's name, Margarida a flower indeed,

    I do not know much of this beauty in white,
    But in the middle there is yellow as bright as sunlight,
    Yes it's a flower, you share the name,
    It's beauty, so simple yet so hard to explain.

    Its petals so elegant, just like your smile,
    It even made me stare for a while,
    I hope you always show that beautiful grin,
    Because in this world full of sadness,

    We need people like you <3

    • I... I have no words to explain to you how happy you just made me. I... I am completely speechless! How can someone write such a lovely thing just like that? And about me? About my smile? Oh, you are the sweetest, most amazing person! Thank you so much for this! I have never been so happy to be named after a flower! I'm honestly dumb-founded, you have no idea how hard I'm smiling right now!! We need more people like YOU, my dear, because this is the loveliest thing I have ever read and so are you! Thank you! <3

    • Oh, thanks i am glad you liked it <3

  • My lovely... My lovely... my lovely... my lovely all i need to say is that u r lovely.

  • My favorite poems are lyrics.

  • Cool, another GaGer from Portugal :)

    • Haven't met anyone from Portugal on here yet, hi!

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    • I always come late to this convos :(
      Bem vinda ao GAG, Margarida! :)

    • @overthinkingmind Ahah no problem!
      Obrigada! :)

  • I do like it but don't have a fvourite

    • That's cool, the fact that you liked it is already a great thing!


    Oh, why does man pursue the smelt?
    It has no valuable pelt,
    It boasts no escutcheon royal,
    It yields no ivory or oil,
    Its life is dull, its death is tame,
    A fish as humble as its name.
    Yet—take this salmon somewhere else.
    And bring me half a dozen smelts.

    Ogden Nash

    • It has a nice musicality to it!

    • The Frog
      By Hilaire Belloc
      Be kind and tender to the Frog,
      And do not call him names,
      As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’
      Or likewise ‘Ugly James,’
      Or ‘Gape-a-grin,’ or ‘Toad-gone-wrong,’
      Or ‘Billy Bandy-knees’:
      The Frog is justly sensitive
      To epithets like these.
      No animal will more repay
      A treatment kind and fair;
      At least so lonely people say
      Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
      They are extremely rare).

    • These are so nice! I love it!

What Girls Said 9

  • 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.

    Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou

  • It saved my life

    There will be bad days. Be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm slowly now. Let go. Be confident. Know that now is only a moment, and that if today is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, today will have ended. Be gracious. Accept each extended hand offered to pull you back from the somewhere you cannot escape. Be diligent. Scrape the gray sky clean. Realize every dark cloud is a smoke screen meant to blind us from the truth, and the truth is, whether we see them or not – the sun and moon are still there and always there is light.
    Be forthright. Despite your instinct to say, “it’s alright, I’m okay” – be honest. Say how you feel without fear or guilt, without remorse or complexity. Be lucid in your explanation, be sterling in your oppose. If you think for one second no one knows what you’ve been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone – that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.
    We hungry underdogs, we risers with dawn, we dissmissers of odds, we blessers of on – we will station ourselves to the calm. We will hold ourselves to the steady, be ready, player one. Life is going to come at you armed with hard times and tough choices, your voice is your weapon, your thoughts ammunition – there are no free extra men, be aware that as the instant now passes, it exists now as then. So be a mirror reflecting yourself back, and remembering the times when you thought all of this was too hard and that you’d never make it through.
    Remember the times you could have pressed quit – but you hit continue. Be forgiving. Living with the burden of anger, is not living. Giving your focus to wrath will leave your entire self absent of what you need. Love and hate are beasts and the one that grows is the one you feed. Be persistent. Be the weed growing through the cracks in the cement, beautiful – because it doesn’t know it’s not supposed to grow there. Be resolute. Declare what you accept as true in a way that envisions the resolve with which you accept it.
    If you are having a good day, be considerate. A simple smile could be the first-aid kit that someone has been looking for. If you believe with absolute honesty that you are doing everything you can – do more.
    There will be bad days, times when the world weighs on you for so long it leaves you looking for an easy way out. There will be moments when the

    • Couldnt post all of it but its called intructions for a bad day by shayne koyczan you should also listen to the crickets has artheritis

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    • Your welcome and i will 😊

    • That's very nice, thank you, I appreciate it! :)

  • I do! My favorite poem of all time is Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou.. I also love reading Lang Leav's poems and listening to slam poetry. :)

    • Yes! I absolutely adore slam poetry, as well! And I must check out these poets you mentioned, thank you for sharing! :)

  • I'm not personally into poetry, I don't read/write poetry, but I LOVE IT when a guy sends me a poem or reads me a poem and I really appreciate and admire the art of poetry.

    • That's good. And yes, expressing your feelings through poetry is a rather beautiful thing, it's always nice to hear! I'm glad you appreciate it!

  • Ehh not really. I mean, some of it can be cool but it's not something I'm super into.

  • I hate poetry. I always dread having to read poems at school

    • Maybe because all they made you read was the classics and you didn't like it because you just couldn't relate, that's completely understandable! I think you should totally give poetry another try though, because you'd like it if it was something where you could see yourself reflected.

    • Ya maybe I will give it another try

  • Used to but I reached a certain age where I knew I had the smarts to expand into stories

    • You know, poetry can be very complex. In a way that you need to be quite intuitive and intelligent to understand. And you can like both.

  • I love potery slam!

    • Oh yes, I do too! Poetry slam is an amazing thing, it always fascinates me how people are so original and creative!

  • No I don't like poetry.

    • I bet you just haven't found a really good author. Poetry really opens your heart, I'm sure you'd love it if you gave it a real try.

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