Favorite Poetry

[Stefania777]

Hey guys, this thread will be lots of fun for every one who enjoys poetry.
Just post your favorite poem, either one of your own or just one you really love by another poem, I'll start with my favorite. It is called "auguries of Innocence" it was write in 1803 by William Blake, who was also a painter and printer, so here it goes.(watch out, it's very long, but worth the time)

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-[bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The harlot and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

 

[the_buddy]

wow i'm gonna give u blesssings just for writing that lol

 

[the_buddy]

I'm gonna post my own poems, cuz they are my fav. I Don't mean to sound egotistical so sorry if your thinking that lol!

Never Fade Away

Watching time go so slowly
How many times
Do I have to say no
Before the questions fade away
Its all hard to understand
All the broken minds I've seen
Never Healed
As you stand by my side
see the world flash before our eys
Bieng careful not to die
Getting scorched by the burning skies
And will you remember this night
as the life just passes by
and as our heart grows warm
we feel the power
move through our Armed souls
Are we already dead?
No we can't be dead!
-Ernest (buddy)

 

[lonelypilgrim]

You both have posted great poetry. Buddy~you write beautifully. I love to write poetry. Have even had a couple works published. I am going to post one of my own though.

I Breathe In
In the meadow; in the sun
My heart calls to you.
Among the flowers and the grass
Amid the sparkling jewels of dew
I lift my face up to the sky
Feel the wind upon my cheeks
The warmth of the sun light upon my face
Your love surrounds me
I breathe in
I breathe out

 

[lonelypilgrim]

Pilgrim
my feet are now on unknown soil,
surroundings are strange to me.
it seems i should know where i am and where to go,
but somehow my thoughts are far from me.
lost in this place that has no time nor space,
mazes of paths i must trod.
where must i go, which road leads me home,
to the arms of my God which i seek.
Find me!
Hold me!
Free me!
take this pain and the questions away,
wipe the tears from my eyes.
say to this pilgrim whose body is numb,
my child, you have come home.

 

[lonelypilgrim]

This post could just as well be a place for wandering poets. Here is another of my poems.

Rain
Tears that fall like an autumn rain,
Silently tread over this face.
Inside I ache and tremble with pain,
For fear I will never find my way home.

The storms of my mind,
Change all that I see.
Pain and my dreams are entwind,
In a tangled web of lies.

Truth is the same,
For it never can change.
But I can't find the Truth,
In this mind full of lies.

 

[Stefania777]

WOW!

Awesome stuff, I love this poetry lonelypilgrim, and buddy.
I love to read poetry, Its like falling in love, only without the pain.
But anyways, I feel a little left out, so I'll post one of my own also.


Splattered Paint

They've screamed hopelessly
drowning in the seas of cruelty
security has failed and dropped into infinity
While being dragged by sorrow
my thoughts fly
to escape the burning leash
rubbing against my neck
Should I stop,
and let the earth devour my shredded skin?
Should I go on,
and face the sickening conflicts of tomorrow?
I'll let not my heart choose,
but the strength hiding behind my flesh;
after all . . .
a heart is no good once burned to ashes

Johanna Stefania Lamberti

 

[lonelypilgrim]

Wow, I'm speachless Stefania777. Good job.

 

[Stefania777]

Thank you very much lonelypilgrim.

 

[lonelypilgrim]

I love writing and it is such a special gift. You have the power to use words to very carefully sculpt out the meaning of what you feel. Every emotion can be caught up in words that take you on a flight of fancy into a world of your own making.

 

[MetalBlade]

My favorite poet, and poem:



THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
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.

-Robert Frost

 

[Stefania777]

I love writing and it is such a special gift. You have the power to use words to very carefully sculpt out the meaning of what you feel. Every emotion can be caught up in words that take you on a flight of fancy into a world of your own making.

I agree, another cool thing about writing is that it could be interpreted in so many different ways, by so many different people. For secret keepers, they can express certain feelings through their writing without any of the readers knowing just what it really means to you.

 

[the_buddy]

I agree, another cool thing about writing is that it could be interpreted in so many different ways, by so many different people. For secret keepers, they can express certain feelings through their writing without any of the readers knowing just what it really means to you

just like art unless you are doing still life

 

[PURPLEBLUEMAY]

thank you for leting me read your poety, its all so good and im glad i had the chance to read them all.

 

[the_buddy]

thank you for leting me read your poety, its all so good and im glad i had the chance to read them all.

You should check out my journal, Everybody should, its called the_buddy has a journal

 

[Stefania777]

thank you for leting me read your poety, its all so good and im glad i had the chance to read them all.

You're welcome, And tune in for more coming up soon
-Stefania

 

[lonelypilgrim]

Here is a poem I wrote in 1990 and had published in 1996.

You’ll Never Be Forgotten
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I wait and yearn with faith renewed for what tomorrow brings.
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And cast an eye across the sky for swift and silent wings.
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For you to come, my precious one is my desire I’m sure.
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But how much longer dearest one must this weary heart endure?
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There are silver threads among the gold that lie upon my brow.
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And eyes that glowed with youthful light are growing dimmer now.
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Though gold may turn to purest snow and fleeting youth depart.
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Neither time nor space can ever erase this love within my heart.
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Each night alone beneath the stars I make my wish anew.
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Although I now you’re far from me, I walk and talk with you.
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I send my thoughts in swiftest flight, in hopes that they will find,
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Across the distance of the night, your heart attuned to mine.
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To tell you that I love, though a year has come and gone.
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I’ve tried to quench with wounded pride, this flame that lingers on.
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So listen closely to the wind, and hear my anguished cry.
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To hold you in my arms again, once more before I die.
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[lonelypilgrim]

Here is one of my most favorite poets, an inspiration, and my favorite poem of all time. It was written by George Herbert though I am unsure of the date.

LOVE (III)
by George Herbert


Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
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[lonelypilgrim]

The Windhover

Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844-1889

To Christ our Lord

I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-

dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding

Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding

High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing

In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,

As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend; the hurl and gliding



Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding

Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here

Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion

Times told lovlier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion

Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,

Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.


Point of Interest
"Hopkins composed this sonnet on 30 May 1877. On 22 June 1879 he wrote
to Robert Bridges that this poem was "the best thing I ever wrote". In

the last part of the poem Hopkins, a Jesuit, may be associating the

"fire" that shines from the bird with the fire that comes from Christ,

his "chevalier" - a fire that is hardly surprising, he says, given that

even a mere plough can make the earth shine, and that embers, when they

break open, glow golden within." - Nicholas Albery

 

[Stefania777]

I just wrote a new poem today that I'd like to share...and no, this isn't about me and my sweetheart lol.

It is about a newly wed coucle with kids, and the thought of divorce simply flying through the female's head.

Fall With Me

softly fallen again,
hoping there's no end
the vision of your words
the trembling of your vioce
give room for my heart to enter yours
I'm falling,
and hoping to stay like this forever
will you catch me, or fall with me?
If you fall with me,
I promise to never land
we can walk on air
and sleep on clouds
we can live a life of dreams
just you, me, and the kids
away from the world,
but closer to God.
pray with me...
With just one prayer,
we can travel to this world of dreams
beleive, and we will stay there forever.

-Stefania Lamberti