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What Is Your Favorite Poem?

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I wasn't sure if this belonged in the media section or this section, so I just put it in here haha. If it's in the wrong section please move it. I really get into poems and also right my own. I'm sure there are some poem lovers on this site. Even if you don't get into poems, but have a favorite, post it :)

 

 

I have A LOT of favorites, but my favorite is "Shake The Dust" by Anis Mojgani. It's such an inspirational poem. I'm sure most of you can relate to this in some way. If you would like to read it, here you go :) 

 

 

http://thepianofarm.virb.com/shake-the-dust

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That poem was amazing.  I loved the way it was written - just amazing.  I don't have a favourite, but if I come across one, I'll post it.  :)

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Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Now here's what's funny about this being my favorite poem....Rodney Dangerfield recited this in the movie 'Back To School'.


I won't print the other one since it's long but my second favorite poem is St. Crispins Day. If you seen the movie 'Tombstone' then you've heard the poem before. However my favorite recital of it was by Lillo Brancato in the movie 'Renaissance Man'. For it to have the dramatic effect that it had, you have to watch the entire movie up to that point to understand just how pivotal that moment was.

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Awesome poem. Thank you for sharing. I was expecting more people to share, but I was wrong :/ haha.

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The Raven  :ninja:

 

Also has spawned some great TV parodies, including The Simpsons  :lol:

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Ah man, there are just far too many absolutely beautiful poems that I've had the pleasure of reading during my time. It would be an injustice to countless other poems to earmark one as the best. However, I will post one that caught my eye recently: 

 

Young in New Orleans

 

starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was,
and in the French Quarter I watched
the horses and buggies going by,
everybody sitting high in the open
carriages, the black driver, and in
back the man and the woman,
usually young and always white.
and I was always white.
and hardly charmed by the 
world.
New Orleans was a place to
hide.
I could piss away my life,
unmolested.
except for the rats.
the rats in my dark small room
very much resented sharing it
with me.
they were large and fearless
and stared at me with eyes
that spoke 
an unblinking
death.

women were beyond me.
they saw something
depraved.
there was one waitress
a little older than
I, she rather smiled,
lingered when she
brought my
coffee.

that was plenty for 
me, that was
enough.

there was something about
that city, though
it didn't let me feel guilty
that I had no feeling for the
things so many others
needed.
it let me alone.

sitting up in my bed
the llights out,
hearing the outside
sounds,
lifting my cheap
bottle of wine,
letting the warmth of
the grape
enter
me
as I heard the rats 
moving about the
room,
I preferred them
to
humans.

being lost,
being crazy maybe
is not so bad
if you can be
that way
undisturbed.

New Orleans gave me
that.
nobody ever called
my name.

no telephone,
no car,
no job,
no
anything.

me and the 
rats
and my youth,
one time,
that time
I knew
even through the
nothingness,
it was a 
celebration
of something not to
do
but only
know. 

Charles Bukowski
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I became aware of few of these topics on the go here. Being Scottish i rather like our good drunken womanising farmer, Burns. I also write lyrics so guess i will post one here. Excuse any spelling mistakes.

 

Come now dear children

Praise the saviour

To western civilization

Mother laissez faire

 

Here's a brand new plastic bag

To replace your worn out flag

Pledge allegiance to designer slavery

 

And give thanks for this time

Where life is only getting better

When all your dream's are Chinese made

 

Oh the sun is rising

As the sun is setting

Welcome to the 21st Century

 

Welcome

To the final day's

Of industrial decay

 

A wave of false prosperity

Iron and steel carried over sea

Our town's overstocked in supermarket chain's

The street's stained in disdain that never change

 

Now filled with passive consumer revolutionary's

Armed by the warmth of a familiar coffee shop

Ushering in a new age of bourgeois anarchy

 

Trading their democracy for commodity

To bring extinction to century's of necessity

Now are a perfect society of social survival

 

Oh the sun is rising

As the sun is setting

Welcome to the 21st Century

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I remember reading this in high school, and it sort of just stuck into my mind.  I don't know if I would call it a poem, but I am putting it anyways  :P

 

“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”
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