Post your favourite short poem or snippet of a larger poem.
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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.”
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Solid choice. I love Poe. Over the years, though, I shifted from The Raven and Annabel Lee, two old favorites, to this one:
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
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I honestly don’t know that many poems and those I know from school wouldn’t work in English, but I picked this up from some website years ago and saved it cause it hit home… don’t know the author and K.L. is all that I saved so idk, it’s not mine is all that matters I guess
They hugged goodbye
But continued talking
Old love catching fire again
It was as if time stood still
Neither one of them wanting to leave
I watched from a distance
The way she looked at him
and the way he looked at her
Then they said their final goodbye
I watched her leave
and him go the other way
But then I saw her
turn around to look back at him
But he didn't look back
She left a piece of her heart in that goodbye
and he took it with him
K.L
Another one I deem beautiful would be
If you go outside at night,
After the world has gone to sleep,
You can hear the planet sigh,
Under the secrets it can't keep,
And the wind sings different tunes,
To all the ones you hear by day,
As though it's choking on the words,
That we're all too afraid to say,
And I wonder at the problems,
We've tried to melt inside its core,
Whether it's packed so close to bursting,
That it can't hold many more,
For how can we see its weakness,
When we've not known something so strong,
And if it weeps and we can't hear it,
Does that mean there's nothing wrong?
This one makes me think every time I read it, it’s beautiful and sad at the very same time.
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Poignant… I like this and had never seen it before. Cheers for a great share.
This the only one I really sorta of recall, the ending of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Posted in full as it’s short.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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