Know a good poem?

[tam]

I was looking for a thread to write a poem I found while searching the web but there wasn't one!
[glow=red,2,300]Have you read a really good poem lately?[/glow]
Post it here! ;D

[KattyKatie]

::Boys::
A heart is not a plaything
A heart is not a toy
But if you want yours broken
Just give it to a boy
Boys they like to play with things
To see what makes them run
But when it comes to kissing
They do it just for fun
They never give their hearts away
They play us girls for fools
They wait until we give or hearts
And then they play it cool
You'll wonder where he is at night
You'll wonder if he's true
One minute you'll be happy
The next you will be blue
So to fall in love with a boy
That takes a lot of nerve
You see my friend you need a man
To get what you deserve

[Selina21]

Tiger,Tiger
Burning bright
your eyes look so bright
Tiger,Tiger in the night
lyling in the grass
waiting for your pray
Tiger,Tiger burning bright

Snowbunny the poem you type brought warmness 2 my heart

[GlitterPunk]

Nope

[x n0ise]

Well, I don't really think this a REALLY good poem.  But it's exceptionally good.  I have to memorize it for English class...yippee.  

The Courage that my Mother Had.

~By, Edna St. Vincent Millay~

'The courage that my mother had went with her and is with her still.
Rock from New England quarried,
Now granite in a granite hill.

The golden brooch my mother wore,
She left behind for me to wear.
I have no thing I treasure more,
Yet it is something I could spare.

Oh if instead she left to me,
The thing she took into the grave.
The courage like a rock, which she, has no more need of.  
And I have.'

 

[violet_rose]

Edgar allan poe

*The Raven*

heres the first verse I had to memorize.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

[HairsprayQueen]

^^^^^^
I have a book full of Edgar Allan Poe stuff. I need to start reading it though...It's just kind of hard . (Atleast at my level )

[U_Dont_Know_Me]

I like this lyric I wrote it meself:I was so sick, of being damned out sometimes I wanted to shout I dont have to be cool I wish I could be myself, I dont see how it could be, but, damn thats me.

"I introduced myself to myself today. I wouldnt want to be my friend. I lurve myself for who I am but Im tossed and turned and again and again. My heart in twists, my stomach rolls, jelly rolls, but thats just me Im missunderstood"

A few reasons why:

Why is the sky blue? Whats my philosphy? Love and Guys Kisses Spys, back in the day they were my everything. Im hungry. Im full. Im in love. No Im Not. Tell him how you feel. No It will scare him off. A few reasonss why. My fave color? Pink. Inside its blue. I change myself everyday just so you will accept me. No, you treated me like dirt again today. I dont have any friends. I want to be yours but you call me sick and cruel names. A few reasons why. Im starnge inside, I surely am and I know it. Heres to the fellars, dressed in yeller, for those jocks who give their teamates high fives when the score is the their team 4 and the other team 5. A few reasons why. Heres to the girlies, who have their hair all curlie and makeup is their last resort. At least they have friends. Heres to the geeks, who also have friends but I dont belong theyre either. My new blue shirt blends in perfectly with the wall of which I lean on and watch the friendships,relationships, and sweetships go by. Maybe you could give me a few reasons why


I wrote all of the above


Im just a dork.

[pettyluv]

This is one of my favorite poems.

Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

[diamond.in.the.rough]

Here are three of my favorite poems. This first one is by Edgar Allan Poe.

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past ?

That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?



Sweet Afton by Robert Burns

Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green breas.
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by they murmuring stream.
Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills,
There daily I wonder as noon rises high,
My flocks in my Mary's sweet cot in my eyes.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wind in the woodlands the primroses blow,
There oft as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea,
The sweet scented birks shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, seet Afton, amoung thy green breas,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays,
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.


And finally Report Card by Spiro (in order to get the last line you kind of have to be knowlegable about the old TV show Welcome Back Kotter)


WON'T SIT STILL
These seats suck
WON'T KEEP QUIET
I've got a lot to say
DISRUPTS THE CLASS
I want you to listen
HAS TROUBLE PAYING ATTENTION
You bore me
SHOWS LITTLE RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY
More than you ever showed for me
DOES NOT FINISH WORK ON TIME
I don't like being rushed
DOES NOT FOLLOW DIRECTIONS
I do, just not your directions
RAGGED APPEARANCE
I'm poor you putz
VIOLENT OUTBREAKS
Do you realize what this neighborhood is like?
HAS TROUBLE WORKING WITH OTHERS
I can't help that you've brainwashed them to suck
TRUANCY
You don't want to be here, why should I
DOESN'T PARTICIPATE
You know that old joke about, how does one keep an assh*le in suspense?
SIGNED
Epstein's Mother

[angelprincess <3]

I have no clue who wrote this, but it is really good:

You're the one who's by my side
when no one else is there.
You're the one I can always count on,
You always seem to care.

You help me through
the tough times,
and when I've lost all hope,
You cry with me at sad times,
and laugh at all my jokes.

You never seem to judge me
or ever put me down,
You put a smile on my face,
When ever you see a frown.

You're better than a brother,
You're more than just my boyfriend,
You have a special place in my heart,
That's why you're my Best Friend.

[Gabster]

These are some poems by Jewel that I love:

We Have Been Called
We have been called
naive
as if it were
a dirty words
We have been called
innocent
as though with shame
our cheeks should burn
So
We visited with
the careful idols
of cynicism
to learn to sneer
and pant and walk
so as not to feel the scales
of judgement rub wrongly
But we say
some things must
remain simple
some things must
remain untouched
and pure
lest we all forget
the legacy which begot us
the health of our origins
the poetry of our fundamental selves
And so
it is to
the longing hearts we sing
rise! spread
your wings!
Let no hand
nor ill will
keep you.

All The Words

All the words I wish our fingers could feel

all the times I've wished
you could know
the silent sorrow
lying stiff in my throat
like cold
and broken teeth

I wish you could hear
the child that cries
in my flesh and makes
my bones ache

I wish you could speak to my fear

I wish you could hold me
in your arms like oceans
and soothe what my muscles remember
all the bruises, all the sour hope
all the screams and scraped knees
the cloudy days so dark
I wondered if my eyes
were even open

The days that I felt
like August, and that I, too
would soon turn
to Fall

You Are Not

you are not
the brave soldier

Neruda's sons
Chave's brother

you are not
the dark horse
heart filled
with all the weight
and compassion
your hardships
have won you
you are not
driven by the need
to free all people
from meanness and
loveless abuse
I know you
you are asleep in your church
on Sunday afternoon
looking for god
in answers you seek
through others
instead
of being the answers
you are praying for peace
but unwilling to be it
praying for mercy
but unwilling to give it
praying for Love
but too busy
making sure you got your own:
a good job
a good girl
all the trimmings you are
entitled to
all the bells and whistles
that are meaningful
but only to those who possess
a heart most common

[Gabster]

More by Jewel:

Long Has a Cloak

Long has a cloak of coarse wool
and wet feathers smothered my flight
Long had doubt and a thorny chain of words
caused my vision to stagger.
Tired of my purple burden,
in search of freedom, I have longed to throw
off the guaze curtains and kisses
which bind me
my mouth was so full of berries
and other people's tongues
my heart sick with thick hands and spittle
But there is a secret I do not tell you
I have dulled my spark
and weakened my heart
so I could continue
to stay where I knew
I did not flourish
(There. It is said.)
To stand new in the naked air
with no crutch, no pretty eye,
I leave not only you
but also the part of me
that fears my own song's truth.

Mercy
I'm leaving

You're done

Cut the cord

I will bare my heart

Make sure it's sharp

Make it quick

Flash you will against me
relieve this red smear
Smother the beating
dull the pulse
Show mercy
Spare it from your side
And I will rip
what was yours, what was living in me
and return it to you.
Do it while our hearts
are still intact
before they rot in each other's care
before they become riddled with bitterness
choked by the stinking seeds
of resentment.

Blanketed by a Citrus Smile
blanketed by a citrus smile
your splash of sincerity evades me
your aim not at fault
I just have no faith left
for it to stick to

it is strange how in just
a few short mongths
I can look back on myself
like a stranger
and you
(whom I loved?!)
are like cumulous clouds
dull day after day
with your threats of thunder
and promises of passion

I await the blue flame!
doused in nutmeg!
wrapped in white linen!

but as you pass over me
there is no torrid sea
no humid embrace
just pools cooling
in the small of my back

I stare at my hands
and wonder
how they got
so far away

Fragile

Fine. If that's the way you want it.
I will walk away will all the finality
and coldness you accuse me of, but
it won't be what you expect -
a retaliation, a scene, a tangle
It will be your jaw
flapping like an archaic flag
limp with contemplation.

[Stepharoola]

Another Statistic by Amanda Parmenter

I don't wanna be another statistic
Some suicidal teen
Who makes a choice to kill herself
When the world just seems to mean
She can't go on with life
Or So to her it seems
Reality has fallen short
And so have her many dreams

I don't wanna be another statistic
Some pregnant little girl
Who met this great guy
And then gave sex a whirl
She was only fifteen
But it felt so right
She thought they'd be together
For more than just one night

I don't wanna be another statistic
Some kid strung out on crack
Who started at a party
And now he can't turn back

First ciggarettes and alchol
Now meth, crack, and cocaine
He's been smoking it so long
That now he's gone insane.

I don't wanna be another statistic
Some girl left in the rain
Who was walking home from school
Then raped and left in pain
She can't tell her parents
And it hurts to tell her friends
She doesn't know what she'll do
To make this nightmare end

I don't want to be another statistic
Some kid out of school
Who dropped out really early
And was acting like a fool.
He thought that it was boring
He thought that it was dumb
He diesn't have an education
But he lived on the streets like a bum

I don't want to be another statistic
Some stereotypical teen
I'm gonna make a difference
I'll finish with my dream.
I wont end up pregnant
Or on drugs or even dead
I won't drop outta school
Because I'll use my head

I don't wanna be another statistic
To fit into some mold
Of what society thingks of kids today
Because it's getting kind of old
Not all of us are bad
In fact most are good
When will the world see us teens
and give us the credit that they should?

I love that poem.

[LLLLLL666]

the best poem ever is one i just read today.

the one above me. that one is awesome.