I was wondering what people's favourite poems were.

I'd have to say that my favourite poems are the Winnie the Pooh ones by A. A. Milne. We have "Now we are six" read aloud on cassette, and I went to sleep listening to it heaps when I was little! (and I love the pictures as well...)

Us Two
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh,
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few -
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are, said Pooh.

"Let's frighten the dragons." I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted , "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!" - and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together," says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.

Others of my favourite poems are "Any prince to any princess", "The Highwayman" "The Bush Girl" and one about prefects that was in my yr 7 english book. I'll have to see if I can find some of them and post them...

Anyway, so what are the poems that you like?

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Hehe I like good ol' Slovenian poetry e.g. Minatti, Preseren & such although I'd do anything to get Poe or Byron in original

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i love keats' la belle dame sans merci...and i also love shakespeare (of course i have to love shakespeare--i'm an english student!)...and i also enjoy chaucer, donne, etc. i love poe's "the raven", and some german poetry as well...'die erlkonig' etc.

I love Emily Dickenson, Shakespeare, and Keats.
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I really like 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe.

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I like the shakespeare one that starts-

Shall I compare thee to a summers day
I would say that thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Soft breeze doth shake the darling buds of may

I like Shakespeare, too.
"For he is here in double trust
first as I am his kinsman, strong both against the eed and second as his host, who should shut the gate against the murder not bear the knife himself."

or something like that. I don't really know why I like it...

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I like every kind of sad and dark poetry. My fav poetry is LOTR poetry, mostly the elvish stuff. But also poetry by Viggo Mortensen. It really makes me think a lot.

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Well, I'm not a HUGE poetry fan. There are only a few that I like. Edgar Allen Poe is probably my favourite. My favourite of his, is Dream Within A Dream.

Here it is:

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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And that's precisely the only poetry I've ever read in English

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I like my own, Viggo Mortensen's, Tolkiens, and Emily Dickensin

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I dunno what to think of my own poetry..on the one hand I like it, on the other hand I think it's cr*p....*not sure about it*

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I'd studied quite a lot of poetry as I'm studying English Literature. While I prefere novels and plays there are some poems I really like.

Such as this one:

Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

and this one:

The Tiger by William Blake

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

This poem I love hearing too:

Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise

I also enjoyed listening to some of Milton's Paradise Lost but reading the whole thing as a book is a bit much.

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I love The Raven by Edgar Alan Poe (thats the one that they did on the simpsons once, right?).

I don't really like poems that much, but we are studying some in English at the minute, by Robert Frost. We were reading Birches to a birch tree today, which was...interesting. I think it liked it.

The When We Were Very Youg Now We Are Six poems I used to love too. I put them in the attic and haven't read them for ages, but they always made me smile.

I studied a really good poem once, I think it was called Two Scavengers In A Truck, Two Beautiful People In A Mercedes. It was awesome. http://www.think-ink.net/visit/truck.htm

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I love Spike Milligans poems, here are a couple:

Granny

Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny;
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up her nose as well, I fear).

All through the night the wind grew worse,
It nearly made the vicar curse.
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people).

It blew on man; it blew on beast.
It blew on nun; it blew on priest.
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny -
But most of all, it blew on Granny !!



The ABC

'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."

I like Edgar Allen Poe's especially The Raven. I also really like T. S. Elliot's poems.