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What's your favourite poem?

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Original post by katodizzle
I also like Sonnet 116 :grin:


It's a wonderful poem right?
I love the Volta at the end!
Shakespeare being a true boss
I think its called havisham by CAD
I have more but
Original post by katodizzle
Yeah same, as throughout the poem it seems as if the speaker is saying the the grief their dad still feels isn't ideal, and is too prolonged. But then they reveal at the end that they feel the same way, which makes it so poignant. :frown:


Agreed
Original post by k.m.b
I think its called havisham by CAD
I have more but


I did that poem in English last year. It's so bitter and emotional
Reply 25
It's hard to choose a favourite poem. But one that makes me feel the most feelings is one in a foreign language, and although the translation (as good as it is) cannot get the emotions quite as well as the original, it is still a lovely poem I think. (In spoiler)

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Also I have a fondness for The Orange by Wendy Cope, as I think it's just such a lovely poem about happiness and love, which can be interpreted as any type of love you wish. Friends, family, partner. :h:

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Both of the poems make me emotional if I'm in the right mood :colondollar:
I am part of a lost generation.
And I refuse to believe that
I can change the world.
I realize this may be a shock, but
“Happiness comes from within”
Is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy”
So in thirty years, I will tell my children
They are not the most important thing in my life.
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
Work
Is more important than
Family
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
But this will not be true in my era.
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
Thirty years from now, I will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce.
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making.
In the future,
Environmental destruction will be the norm.
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this Earth.
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic.
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.


Re-read the poem starting from "There is hope" and then read the line above it, and continue upwards.
(edited 7 years ago)
Original post by childofthesun
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Fit beautifully in Interstellar
:redface: who wrote this? It is amazing.

Original post by yoda123
I am part of a lost generation
And I refuse to believe that
I can change the world.
I realize this may be a shock, but
“Happiness comes from within”
Is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy”
So in thirty years, I will tell my children
They are not the most important thing in my life.
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
Work
Is more important than
Family
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
But this will not be true in my era.
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
Thirty years from now, I will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce.
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making.
In the future,
Environmental destruction will be the norm.
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this Earth.
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic.
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.


Re-read the poem starting from "There is hope" and then read the line above it, and continue upwards.
Reply 29
Mind=blown

Thanks Jonathan reed

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Original post by niv1234
I did that poem in English last year. It's so bitter and emotional


:smile: i have another one about guantanamo bay but i forgot the title :s-smilie:
I absolutely love....

Ulysses and Tithonus by Tennyson
Ozymandias by Percy Shelley
The Tyger by William Blake
The Aeneid by Virgil
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol

Its funny how so many people are only naming poems on the GCSE syllabus... or is it just a bit sad?
Reply 32
Original post by DystopiaisReal
I absolutely love....

Ulysses and Tithonus by Tennyson
Ozymandias by Percy Shelley
The Tyger by William Blake
The Aeneid by Virgil
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol

Its funny how so many people are only naming poems on the GCSE syllabus... or is it just a bit sad?

Absolutely nothing wrong with people naming poems off GCSE syllabus. They're lovely poems, that's why they're studied. People enjoy them?
As I walked out one evening by W.H Auden (it's bizarre but lovely) and
from The Prophet on Love by Khalil Gibran (bit lengthy but it's different people's perspectives on love, death and beauty and it's a beautiful poem)
Original post by georginarowley
As I walked out one evening by W.H Auden (it's bizarre but lovely) and
from The Prophet on Love by Khalil Gibran (bit lengthy but it's different people's perspectives on love, death and beauty and it's a beautiful poem)

I absolutely love The Prophet. I must have read it over 100 times :lol: The Farewell is also beautiful
roses are blue
violets are red
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Original post by DystopiaisReal

Its funny how so many people are only naming poems on the GCSE syllabus... or is it just a bit sad?


Special Snowflake alert :lol: - Let the people enjoy what they enjoy without looking down your nose at them in an attempt to massage your ego.

Leaving the atrocity that is literary snobbery aside...

My favs: (I'll try and pare it down to 5, not in order 😅)

Fragment from Sappho:

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"Fever 103" by my favourite poet, Sylvia Plath:

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"When I am dead, my dearest" by Christina Rossetti:

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Yeats' - "The Second Coming:"

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Dorothy Parker's "Indian Summer" for something more light and tongue in cheek: :tongue:

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EDIT: swapped Lady of Shallot for Yeats' Second Coming :colondollar: - and added text of Fever 103
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If - a beautiful poem:h:

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Original post by childofthesun
I absolutely love The Prophet. I must have read it over 100 times :lol: The Farewell is also beautiful


Same, it's one I always go back to, whatever my mood. I haven't read the farewell (I'm gonna look it up now :smile:)
Original post by georginarowley
Same, it's one I always go back to, whatever my mood. I haven't read the farewell (I'm gonna look it up now :smile:)


My sister had extracts from 'On Love' (and other Romantic poems) printed out and placed on the tables at her wedding. It was perfect!

I was referring to the last section of The Prophet-it's titled 'The Farewell' :tongue:

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