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    recommend your favourite poems/poets. Really need to start reading more varied poetry since I am applying for English at uni and want to show a wide interest.
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    shrek is love shrek is life
    waviest poem of 2k15 bar none
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    Favourite poets? Definitely not English...

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    shrek is love shrek is life
    waviest poem of 2k15 bar none
    Do you take it as your explicit corporate mission to spread ignorance on a students' forum?
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    (Original post by usualsuspects)
    Favourite poets? Definitely not English...


    Do you take it as your explicit corporate mission to spread ignorance on a students' forum?
    "explicit corporate mission"
    wtf are you actually on about?
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    Here's a great one:

    Lord, Lord, Why did You make me Black? Why did You make me someone The world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes; The color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness; The color of tire-beaten streets. Why did you give me thick lips, A broad nose and kinky hair? Why did You make me someone Who receives the hatred stare? Black is the color of a bruised eye When somebody gets hurt. Black is the color of darkness. Black is the color of dirt. How come my bone structure's so thick; my hips and cheeks are high? How come my eyes are brown and not the color of the daylight sky? Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used? Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused? Lord, I just don't understand; What is it about my skin? Why do some people want to hate me And not know the person within? Black is what people are "listed", When others want to keep them away. Black is the color of shadows cast. Black is the end of the day. Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me; And I know this just isn't right. They don't like my hair or the way I look They say I'm too dark or too light. Lord, Don't You think it's time For You to make a change? Why don't You re-do creation And make everyone the same?

    (God answered )
    Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? Get off your knees and look around. Tell Me, what do you see? I didn't make you in the image of darkness. I made you in the Likeness of ME! I made you the color of coal From which beautiful diamonds are formed. I made you the color of oil, The black-gold that keeps people warm. I made you from the rich, dark earth That can grow the food you need. Your color's the same as the panther's Known for (HER) beauty and speed. Your color's the same as the Black stallion, A majestic animal is he. I didn't make you in the Image of darkness I made you in the Likeness of Me! All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow Can be found throughout every nation; And when all those colors were blended well, YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION. Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool Such a humble, little creature is he. I am the Shepherd who watches them. I am the One who will watch over thee. You are the color of midnight-sky, I put the stars' glitter in your eyes. There's a smile hidden behind your pain That's the reason your cheeks are high. You are the color of dark clouds formed when I send My strongest weather. I made your lips full so when you kiss the one you love they will remember. Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick to withstand the burdens of time. The reflection you see in the mirror... The Image looking back at you is MINE!

    -by RuNett Nia Ebo
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    (Original post by hamzakalinle)
    "explicit corporate mission"
    wtf are you actually on about?
    Corporations have a publicly stated mission and they must faithfully adhere to it. This user seems on a mission to miseducate us.
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    (Original post by Emerald7770)
    Here's a great one:

    Lord, Lord, Why did You make me Black? Why did You make me someone The world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes; The color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness; The color of tire-beaten streets. Why did you give me thick lips, A broad nose and kinky hair? Why did You make me someone Who receives the hatred stare? Black is the color of a bruised eye When somebody gets hurt. Black is the color of darkness. Black is the color of dirt. How come my bone structure's so thick; my hips and cheeks are high? How come my eyes are brown and not the color of the daylight sky? Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used? Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused? Lord, I just don't understand; What is it about my skin? Why do some people want to hate me And not know the person within? Black is what people are "listed", When others want to keep them away. Black is the color of shadows cast. Black is the end of the day. Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me; And I know this just isn't right. They don't like my hair or the way I look They say I'm too dark or too light. Lord, Don't You think it's time For You to make a change? Why don't You re-do creation And make everyone the same?

    (God answered )
    Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? Get off your knees and look around. Tell Me, what do you see? I didn't make you in the image of darkness. I made you in the Likeness of ME! I made you the color of coal From which beautiful diamonds are formed. I made you the color of oil, The black-gold that keeps people warm. I made you from the rich, dark earth That can grow the food you need. Your color's the same as the panther's Known for (HER) beauty and speed. Your color's the same as the Black stallion, A majestic animal is he. I didn't make you in the Image of darkness I made you in the Likeness of Me! All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow Can be found throughout every nation; And when all those colors were blended well, YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION. Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool Such a humble, little creature is he. I am the Shepherd who watches them. I am the One who will watch over thee. You are the color of midnight-sky, I put the stars' glitter in your eyes. There's a smile hidden behind your pain That's the reason your cheeks are high. You are the color of dark clouds formed when I send My strongest weather. I made your lips full so when you kiss the one you love they will remember. Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick to withstand the burdens of time. The reflection you see in the mirror... The Image looking back at you is MINE!

    -by RuNett Nia Ebo
    that was actually incredible
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    (Original post by usualsuspects)
    Corporations have a publicly stated mission and they must faithfully adhere to it. This user seems on a mission to miseducate us.
    cool.
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    (Original post by hamzakalinle)
    that was actually incredible
    Tell me about it. I've read it over a million times, it's extremely good.
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    (Original post by hamzakalinle)
    cool.
    Forgive me for calling you "this user"... I didn't realise I was quoting you. Misread it and thought it was another user called hezel something.
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    (Original post by usualsuspects)
    Forgive me for calling you "this user"... I didn't realise I was quoting you. Misread it and thought it was another user called hezel something.
    you're forgiven
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    A classic and one of my favourites

    "If I showed you my teardrops,
    Would you collect them like rain,
    Store them in jars,
    That are labelled with “Pain”,
    Would you follow their tracks,
    From my eyes down my cheeks,
    As they write all the stories,
    I’m too scared to speak,
    Would you stop them with kisses,
    Bring their flow to a halt,
    As you teach me that pain,
    Isn’t always my fault,
    Would you hold my face gently,
    As you dry both my eyes,
    And whisper the words,
    “You’re too precious to cry”,
    If I showed you my teardrops,
    Would you show me your own,
    And learn though we’re lonely,
    We’re never alone."

    - Erin Hanson
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    A Salburtons Love Song by John Betjeman is a great English poem.
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    The Masque of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley is a good one although it's very long so make sure have enough time to read it. Also, Invictus by William Ernest Henley is a shorter one but very good. Both are very inspiring.
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    (Original post by Emerald7770)
    Here's a great one:

    Lord, Lord, Why did You make me Black? Why did You make me someone The world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes; The color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness; The color of tire-beaten streets. Why did you give me thick lips, A broad nose and kinky hair? Why did You make me someone Who receives the hatred stare? Black is the color of a bruised eye When somebody gets hurt. Black is the color of darkness. Black is the color of dirt. How come my bone structure's so thick; my hips and cheeks are high? How come my eyes are brown and not the color of the daylight sky? Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used? Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused? Lord, I just don't understand; What is it about my skin? Why do some people want to hate me And not know the person within? Black is what people are "listed", When others want to keep them away. Black is the color of shadows cast. Black is the end of the day. Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me; And I know this just isn't right. They don't like my hair or the way I look They say I'm too dark or too light. Lord, Don't You think it's time For You to make a change? Why don't You re-do creation And make everyone the same?

    (God answered )
    Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? Get off your knees and look around. Tell Me, what do you see? I didn't make you in the image of darkness. I made you in the Likeness of ME! I made you the color of coal From which beautiful diamonds are formed. I made you the color of oil, The black-gold that keeps people warm. I made you from the rich, dark earth That can grow the food you need. Your color's the same as the panther's Known for (HER) beauty and speed. Your color's the same as the Black stallion, A majestic animal is he. I didn't make you in the Image of darkness I made you in the Likeness of Me! All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow Can be found throughout every nation; And when all those colors were blended well, YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION. Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool Such a humble, little creature is he. I am the Shepherd who watches them. I am the One who will watch over thee. You are the color of midnight-sky, I put the stars' glitter in your eyes. There's a smile hidden behind your pain That's the reason your cheeks are high. You are the color of dark clouds formed when I send My strongest weather. I made your lips full so when you kiss the one you love they will remember. Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick to withstand the burdens of time. The reflection you see in the mirror... The Image looking back at you is MINE!

    -by RuNett Nia Ebo
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    Here's another poem wrote by a little kid from Africa against western racism towards black people. It got famous but can't remember how

    When I born, I black
    When I grow up, I black
    When I go in Sun, I black
    When I scared, I black
    When I sick, I black
    And when I die, I still black
    And you white fellow
    When you born, you pink
    When you grow up, you white
    When you go in sun, you red
    When you cold, you blue
    When you scared, you yellow
    When you sick, you green
    And when you die, you gray
    And you calling me colored ??
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    (Original post by clarkey500)
    The Masque of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley is a good one although it's very long so make sure have enough time to read it. Also, Invictus by William Ernest Henley is a shorter one but very good. Both are very inspiring.

    Thank you, I will definitely give those a read
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    (Original post by Dr Strange)
    A classic and one of my favourites

    "If I showed you my teardrops,
    Would you collect them like rain,
    Store them in jars,
    That are labelled with “Pain”,
    Would you follow their tracks,
    From my eyes down my cheeks,
    As they write all the stories,
    I’m too scared to speak,
    Would you stop them with kisses,
    Bring their flow to a halt,
    As you teach me that pain,
    Isn’t always my fault,
    Would you hold my face gently,
    As you dry both my eyes,
    And whisper the words,
    “You’re too precious to cry”,
    If I showed you my teardrops,
    Would you show me your own,
    And learn though we’re lonely,
    We’re never alone."

    - Ernest Hemingway
    this is amazing, thank you
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    (Original post by Emerald7770)
    Here's a great one:

    Lord, Lord, Why did You make me Black? Why did You make me someone The world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes; The color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness; The color of tire-beaten streets. Why did you give me thick lips, A broad nose and kinky hair? Why did You make me someone Who receives the hatred stare? Black is the color of a bruised eye When somebody gets hurt. Black is the color of darkness. Black is the color of dirt. How come my bone structure's so thick; my hips and cheeks are high? How come my eyes are brown and not the color of the daylight sky? Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used? Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused? Lord, I just don't understand; What is it about my skin? Why do some people want to hate me And not know the person within? Black is what people are "listed", When others want to keep them away. Black is the color of shadows cast. Black is the end of the day. Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me; And I know this just isn't right. They don't like my hair or the way I look They say I'm too dark or too light. Lord, Don't You think it's time For You to make a change? Why don't You re-do creation And make everyone the same?

    (God answered )
    Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? Get off your knees and look around. Tell Me, what do you see? I didn't make you in the image of darkness. I made you in the Likeness of ME! I made you the color of coal From which beautiful diamonds are formed. I made you the color of oil, The black-gold that keeps people warm. I made you from the rich, dark earth That can grow the food you need. Your color's the same as the panther's Known for (HER) beauty and speed. Your color's the same as the Black stallion, A majestic animal is he. I didn't make you in the Image of darkness I made you in the Likeness of Me! All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow Can be found throughout every nation; And when all those colors were blended well, YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION. Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool Such a humble, little creature is he. I am the Shepherd who watches them. I am the One who will watch over thee. You are the color of midnight-sky, I put the stars' glitter in your eyes. There's a smile hidden behind your pain That's the reason your cheeks are high. You are the color of dark clouds formed when I send My strongest weather. I made your lips full so when you kiss the one you love they will remember. Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick to withstand the burdens of time. The reflection you see in the mirror... The Image looking back at you is MINE!

    -by RuNett Nia Ebo
    this is outstanding
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    (Original post by shameful_burrito)
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    Here's another poem wrote by a little kid from Africa against western racism towards black people. It got famous but can't remember how

    When I born, I black
    When I grow up, I black
    When I go in Sun, I black
    When I scared, I black
    When I sick, I black
    And when I die, I still black
    And you white fellow
    When you born, you pink
    When you grow up, you white
    When you go in sun, you red
    When you cold, you blue
    When you scared, you yellow
    When you sick, you green
    And when you die, you gray
    And you calling me colored ??
    I bet the white guy was left with a blank expression
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    The Raven

    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.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never—nevermore’.” But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
 
 
 
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