What are your favorite poems?

[tinamisu]

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Some of my faves would be

Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night - Dylan Thomas
Desiderata
O Captain! My Captain! - Walt Whitman
Poems by Poe, Frost.

If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

[Moongoddess28]

wow..that's a beauty!♥

[Moongoddess28]

For I am the first and the last,
I am the venerated and the despised.
I am the prostitute and the saint,
I am the wife and the virgin,
I am the mother and the daughter,
I am the arms of my mother,
I am barren and my children are many,
I am the married woman and the spinster,
I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated.
I am the consolation for the pain of the birth.
I am the wife and the husband,
And it was my man, who created me.
I am the mother of my father.
I am the sister of my husband.
And he is my rejected son,
ALWAYS RESPECT ME.
For I am the shameful and magnificent one.

---Hymm to Isis

[Tirong-say]

by Ronald Edwards

With sparkling eyes she gazed at me,
long curled lashes waved hello.
Crinkling her nose
cheeks blushed from the cool evening night air
without speaking she told me
Yes, I am content
It was then when I knew.

A gentle breeze blew her auburn hair
windswept , flowing freely to and fro.
Softly she placed her head
on my shoulder.
I drew her close to me
sharing our inner warmth.
It was then when I knew.

Our arms held on tight
not in fear of losing each other,
for there was no reason to run.
This human boundary of skin
prevented the union of our souls,
sharing that moment, pulled us together.
It was then when I knew.

My lifetime spent in searching,
a quest, a journey, a path
that led me to her
was finally over when finding
the basic, yet most important human desire
To love and be loved.
It was then when I knew.

for Veena.......

[dearlabe]

somewhere i have never travelled (e. e. cummings)

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands