iFarted Posted November 7, 2013 Share Posted November 7, 2013 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 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KC69-Clone Posted November 8, 2013 Share Posted November 8, 2013 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rallysportev Posted November 12, 2013 Share Posted November 12, 2013 (edited) 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 theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir 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 sightBlind 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. Edited November 12, 2013 by rallysportev Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iFarted Posted November 12, 2013 Author Share Posted November 12, 2013 Awesome poem. Thank you for sharing. I was expecting more people to share, but I was wrong :/ haha. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Lilith Posted November 12, 2013 Share Posted November 12, 2013 The Raven Also has spawned some great TV parodies, including The Simpsons Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gotakibono Posted November 12, 2013 Share Posted November 12, 2013 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 forhours,the moonlight always seemed faketo me, maybe it was,and in the French Quarter I watchedthe horses and buggies going by,everybody sitting high in the opencarriages, the black driver, and inback 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 tohide.I could piss away my life,unmolested.except for the rats.the rats in my dark small roomvery much resented sharing itwith me.they were large and fearlessand stared at me with eyesthat spoke an unblinkingdeath.women were beyond me.they saw somethingdepraved.there was one waitressa little older thanI, she rather smiled,lingered when shebrought mycoffee.that was plenty for me, that wasenough.there was something aboutthat city, thoughit didn't let me feel guiltythat I had no feeling for thethings so many othersneeded.it let me alone.sitting up in my bedthe llights out,hearing the outsidesounds,lifting my cheapbottle of wine,letting the warmth ofthe grapeentermeas I heard the rats moving about theroom,I preferred themtohumans.being lost,being crazy maybeis not so badif you can bethat wayundisturbed.New Orleans gave methat.nobody ever calledmy name.no telephone,no car,no job,noanything.me and the ratsand my youth,one time,that timeI kneweven through thenothingness,it was a celebrationof something not todobut onlyknow. Charles Bukowski Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadScotsGuy Posted November 26, 2013 Share Posted November 26, 2013 (edited) 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 Edited November 26, 2013 by MadScotsGuy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Starrk_01 Posted November 26, 2013 Share Posted November 26, 2013 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 “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.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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