Do you have a favorite poem?
Ozymandias - P B Shelly
pity that busy monster, manunkind.. e.e.cummings
We fall we break we fail but then we rise we heal we overcome
The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
It’s not really a poem, but the lyrics to “Shenandoah.” I love it.
The Divine Comedy
There once was a man from Nantucket, whose cock was so long he could suck it.
And he said with a grin as he wiped his chin, "If my ear was a cunt I would fuck it!"
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket
His daughter named Nan
Ran off with a man
And as for the bucket Nantucket
Does prose poetry count?
“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”
~ Khalil Gibran “The Prophet”
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then two hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep
Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made;
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned, and bent about
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ‘twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed -- do not laugh --
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street,
And this, before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed the zigzag calf about;
And o'er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah! many things this tale might teach --
But I am not ordained to preach.
I have walked that path.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you show me yours
I’ll show mine to you!
I tend to like romantic poems
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Incredible Bread Machine
What exactly is in the profile picture of CudOfCow?
Is it a cow?
Is it a cud?
I asked with a thud
What is that thing!
I had no choice but to look it up on bing
Is it the head of a person?
No, the image just worsened
Is it the beard of a cow man?
It must be.
The one L lama, he's a priest
The two L llama, he's a beast
And I will bet my silk pyjama
There isn't any three L lllama. -- O. Nash
Nash did a lot of cute ones.
Footprints in the Sand is my favorite poem
The giving tree
I’m not huge into poetry. I was obsessed with Shel Silverstein as a kid though. “Sick” was my fav...
“What they did yesterday afternoon” by Warsan Shire. I really like “jellyfish” by Andrea Gibson, particularly the end.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is my favorite. The autocucumber feature on my phone kept trying to change it to the Toad Not Taken. That might be an interesting poem, too. I bet that @Tlaney1 could write that in a whimsically wonderful way.
Do dirty limericks count? Computer Haiku error messages are good, too.
Lol I posted a dirty limerick above.