Favorite Poems.

[Dr. Orange]

So, what are your favorite poems or Haiku or that other option. It doesn't need to rhyme. All it needs is a story.

 

My two favorites: 

The Master of Music - Henry Van Dyke

(Tried to copypaste but it just made my eyes hurt. )

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/henry_van_dyke/poems/2613.html

 

And Fire and Ice - Robert Frost

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-and-ice/

[manthony_Higgs]

Roses are red

that much is true.

Violets are violet,

not fucking blue!

[CrypticQuery]

I've always loved "The Bells" by Edgar Allen Poe.

 

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/medny/venturi-poebells.html

[manthony_Higgs]

For a serious poem, "Oh the places you'll go" by Dr. Seuss.

[mjakob42]

Haikus are easy,

But sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator.

[Drasiana]

For a serious poem, "Oh the places you'll go" by Dr. Seuss.

 

Ugh this

 

I'm actually not that big into reading poetry so I don't know much about it, unfortunately. Do, uh, lyrics count?

[Snys93]

Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven.

[Dr. Orange]

Ugh this

 

I'm actually not that big into reading poetry so I don't know much about it, unfortunately. Do, uh, lyrics count?

The deepest reaches of 8-mile R&B count as poetry. So yeah. :3

[Thu'um]

Oh god. I love poetry. I really got into it with redwall but in the last year I've kinda liked all of it. 

 

romantic is my favorite so I'll post most of that first 

 

Keats's La belle dame sans merci 

 

http://www.bartleby.com/126/55.html

 

Everyone loves She walks in beauty 

 

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173100

 

and finally robert burn's  A man's a man 

 

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-s-a-man-for-a-that/

 

 

 

Redwall  Riddle

Who says that I am dead 
Knows nought at all. 
I - am that is, 
Two mice within Redwall. 
The Warrior sleeps 
‘Twixt Hall and Cavern Hole. 
I - am that is, 
Take on my mighty role. 
Look for the sword 
In moonlight streaming forth, 
At night, when day’s first hour 
Reflects the North. 
From o’er the threshold 
Seek and you will see; 
I - am that is, 
My sword will wield for me. 
 

Ya, who would have guessed that last one? 

[ballisticwaffles]

"A sickly season," the merchant said, 
"The town I left was filled with dead, 
and everywhere these queer red flies 
crawled upon the corpses' eyes, 
eating them away."

 

"Fair make you sick," the merchant said, 
"They crawled upon the wine and bread. 
Pale priests with oil and books, 
bulging eyes and crazy looks, 
dropping like the flies."

"I had to laugh," the merchant said, 
"The doctors purged, and dosed, and bled; 
"And proved through solemn disputation 
"The cause lay in some constellation. 
"Then they began to die."

"First they sneezed," the merchant said, 
"And then they turned the brightest red, 
Begged for water, then fell back. 
With bulging eyes and face turned black, 
they waited for the flies."

"I came away," the merchant said, 
"You can't do business with the dead. 
"So I've come here to ply my trade. 
"You'll find this to be a fine brocade..."

And then he sneezed.