Favorite Poems

[kenaij]

So, lately I have been thinking a lot. Well. I always think a lot, but lately even more so. My thoughts brought me to the songs and conversations I wanted to have around if I die one day. And I came back to my favorite poem. I`m not really that much into poetry honestly. But the poem below is my favorite one I have ever come across. So I was curious what everyone else's favorite poems are. Maybe any of us will come across something we did not know before, and we really like it.
Mine is:
"The Road Not Taken" (by Robert Frost)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Let me see yours.

 

[WhitewaterWoman]

Where go the boats
Robert Lewis Stevenson

Dark brown is the river.
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

 

[Trophonius]

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –


I love Emily Dickinson so much. She's perfect. A goddess. The absolute pinnacle of literary talent. No one wrote a poem like her. Nobody ever will.

 

[TouhouFan28]

So, lately I have been thinking a lot. Well. I always think a lot, but lately even more so. My thoughts brought me to the songs and conversations I wanted to have around if I die one day. And I came back to my favorite poem. I`m not really that much into poetry honestly. But the poem below is my favorite one I have ever come across. So I was curious what everyone else's favorite poems are. Maybe any of us will come across something we did not know before, and we really like it.
Mine is:
"The Road Not Taken" (by Robert Frost)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Let me see yours.

My favorite poem is something my friend told me.

Little thing:
I cry, weep and sigh.
Yet the effect is benign
Babies do it all the time
And for them,
people care when they whine!

 

[AprilR]

Translated poems really does not give the original meaning, and my translation is def. not good but i like this poem by Orhan Veli a lot.

While Leaving

Forget about inns and hammams,
We would be content with just our share from the daylight
Forget about happiness
We would be content with just hope
We couldn't find either of them.
We invented sorrows for ourselves
Could not find solace
Maybe we were
Not from this world?

 

[kenaij]

Thank you all of sharing. Those are indeed very nice poems!

 

[Gerald Wilgus]

A favorite of mine, about mortality after a vibrant life by e e cummings.

Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death