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Poetry

Michlerish

Well-Known TRIBEr
I've always loved poetry, but it wasn't until taking these poetry classes that I've appreciated poems on a much deeper level. They are powerful, to say the least. I can read a poem over and over again, each time gaining a different perspective or experiencing different emotions. I love how you can get so immersed in a poem and just lost in the moment.

Since there's so much out there, I want to know what your favourite poems are.

A couple of my favourites are:

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.



The Pains of Sleep
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees ;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,
In humble trust mine eye-lids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no thought exprest,
Only a sense of supplication ;
A sense o'er all my soul imprest
That I am weak, yet not unblest,
Since in me, round me, every where
Eternal Strength and Wisdom are.

But yester-night I prayed aloud
In anguish and in agony,
Up-starting from the fiendish crowd
Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me :
A lurid light, a trampling throng,
Sense of intolerable wrong,
And whom I scorned, those only strong !
Thirst of revenge, the powerless will
Still baffled, and yet burning still !
Desire with loathing strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl !
And shame and terror over all !
Deeds to be hid which were not hid,
Which all confused I could not know
Whether I suffered, or I did :
For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe,
My own or others still the same
Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.

So two nights passed : the night's dismay
Saddened and stunned the coming day.
Sleep, the wide blessing, seemed to me
Distemper's worst calamity.
The third night, when my own loud scream
Had waked me from the fiendish dream,
O'ercome with sufferings strange and wild,
I wept as I had been a child ;
And having thus by tears subdued
My anguish to a milder mood,
Such punishments, I said, were due
To natures deepliest stained with sin,--
For aye entempesting anew
The unfathomable hell within,
The horror of their deeds to view,
To know and loathe, yet wish and do !
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore, wherefore fall on me ?
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed.
 

Snapper

TRIBE Member
I love you, you love me.
Going down the sugar tree.
We'll go down the sugar tree,
and see lots of bees:
playing, playing.
But the bees won't sting,
because you love me.
That's it.

Reed Rothchild - Boogie Nights, 1997
 

HouseHeadSacha

TRIBE Member
^
hahaha.
awesome.

I love the way...
your sandy hair...
floats in the air.
To me it's like a lullaby.
I'm just flying by,
oh, so high...
like a kite tied to a stake.

Kipland Ronald Dynamite 2004
 
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HouseHeadSacha

TRIBE Member
did you ever notice in boogie noghts, Bill Macy says "...my wifes got an ass in her cock..."


hahahah...i wonder why they didnt fix that.
 

Snapper

TRIBE Member
HouseHeadSacha said:
did you ever notice in boogie noghts, Bill Macy says "...my wifes got an ass in her cock..."


hahahah...i wonder why they didnt fix that.
Are you serious? Or did that wind just WHOOSH! right by your lucious, locks of hair?
 

solacevip

TRIBE Promoter
Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not to late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bitter shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I’ve listened to preachers
I’ve listened to fools
I’ve watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you have the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeh-h

Heirs of a cold war
That’s what we’ve become
Inheriting troubles I’m mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I’m living with something that just isn’t fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what’s to blame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
 
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Richard Raiban

TRIBE Member
HouseHeadSacha said:
^
hahaha.
awesome.

I love the way...
your sandy hair...
floats in the air.
To me it's like a lullaby.
I'm just flying by,
oh, so high...
like a kite tied to a stake.

Kipland Ronald Dynamite 2004
ALWAYS & FOREVER....ALWAYS & FOREVER!!!
 

asha

TRIBE Promoter
this is one of my (many) favourites... :)

you shall above all things be glad and young
by e.e. cummings


you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think, may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
 

kmac

TRIBE Member
If Boss Hog was a racecar,
I wonder what kind he'd be?
Hopefully not one that crashes
Into a tree.
 

Fillmore

TRIBE Member
How Ironic that this gets posted today or yesterday or whenever it was. Just last night I was cleaning up and came across my gf's poetry book. She has basically had this book her whole life.

Its crazy the amount of stuff you can learn about someone through reading their poerty. I have been with her now for 6 years and it feels like I am getting to know her all over again.

Very cool stuff. I dont think I have ever written a poem other than the ones we had to write in school growing up. But this has inspired me to start.
 
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MoFo

TRIBE Member
solacevip said:
Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not to late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bitter shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I’ve listened to preachers
I’ve listened to fools
I’ve watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you have the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeh-h

Heirs of a cold war
That’s what we’ve become
Inheriting troubles I’m mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I’m living with something that just isn’t fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what’s to blame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
lol

Next to Madonna and Coldplay, Ozzy is one of the worst songwriters in history. This song makes me laugh every time I hear it.
 

Amy_J

TRIBE Member
Most everything done by Poe. I started reading all of his works when I was like 12, but this is one of my fav's...

"Hymn"

At morn- at noon- at twilight dim-
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe- in good and ill-
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!

And Emily Dickinson's "I measure every Grief..."

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies,--
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.

There's grief of want, and grief of cold,--
A sort they call 'despair,'
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.

- Emily Dickinson
 

Michlerish

Well-Known TRIBEr
I like those too Amy_J.

Fillmore, I used to write poetry as well. Now that I'm older, I read those poems and realize just how horrible they are! But I definitely want to try again.
 
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quantumize

TRIBE Member
i've always liked 'the Cremation of Sam McGee' by Robert .W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
 

rubytuesday

TRIBE Member
Michlerish said:
I like those too Amy_J.

Fillmore, I used to write poetry as well. Now that I'm older, I read those poems and realize just how horrible they are! But I definitely want to try again.
I used to write a lot when I was in primary school. I clearly remember using exciting words in my poems like "primordial" and "enigma." Did anyone else contribute to that annual poetry thingy called "Ecrits"? I really liked doing stuff like that when I was younger.
 

glych t.anomaly

TRIBE Member
SHUT UP PLEASE EVERYONE !

explanation for a serious crime,
a crime against your people,
a crime against time.
yellow in birma ?
the colour of royalty..
ancient rome and the monkey monks are red,
delusions of the incapacitated minds,
forbidden topics for a forbidden pastime.


[jai]
 

Soulster

TRIBE Member
i don't really like poetry, except for kid's poems, like...

TRICKING
When they bring me a plate
Full of stuff that i hate,
like spinach and turnips and guck,
I sit very straight
And I look at the plate
And I quietly say to it: "YUCK!"

Little kids bawl
Cause I used to be small,
And i threw it all ove the tray.
But now I am three
And I'm much more like me–
I yuck till they take it away.

But sometimes my dad
Gets terriffickly mad,
And he says, "Don't you drink from that cup!"
But he can't say it right
Cause he's not very bright–
So i trick him and drink it all up!

Then he gets up and roars;
He stomps on the floor
And he hollers, "I warn you, don't eat!"
He counts up to ten
And I trick him again:
I practically finish the meat.

Then I start on the guck
And my daddy goes "Yuck!"
And he scrunches his eyes till they hurt.
So i shovel it in
Ad he grins a big grin.
And then we have dessert.

by Dennis Lee
 
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