Whats Your Fav Poems/Poets?
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Hey Paulmusic, I wish people would answer this one... I really haven't read much poetry at all, so I don't have a favorite poet...sorry... I would like to know some good ones, so I am going to check out your suggestions... About a month ago, someone told me about Pablo Neruda, so he is the only poet who's poems I've read... I can't compare them to any others. I tried a few like his... I have tried to write a bit in the style of some of the people here on beginnings and endings, for example, I tried to write a bit like Jason Luis Rivera on a couple of poems... Then there was Wilhamina who probably got me started because I liked her poems so much... and of course Crossover Genius and Angry Ninja, Kiriwana and Hey_Kittay are the regulars that I always enjoy... I then listened to a song from Jason Myraz which I liked and I wrote a few to him and also wrote a few from listening to a song I like from Robbie Williams I see Maccalindandme has had some really nice poems here also... I hope someone else gives me some ideas here...
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I love Shakespeare's sonnets! But there is one sonnet in particular that I just love! I wrote a verse or two here once.. but I can't remember which sonnet it was. I'll look it up right now
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Aha! I found it! I especially love Sonnet 18! "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:" The first verse to the sonnet. The whole sonnet is all so lovely and romantic.
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That is absolutely breathtaking...xxlovemccartneyxx I didn't know about this... do you recommend any others?
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Shakespeares sonnets are great! One of my fav. poets is William Butler Yeats. here is one poem I like alot, "The Secret Rose." http://www.onlineliterature.com/donne/806 he has so many more though...I'll try to find more. oh, here is "Rosa alchemica." http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/2114/ oh, and I just found an area just for him: http://www.poetry-archive.com/y/yeats_w_b.html
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Wow, these are really wonderful... It would be so hard to write in that older style of talking now days. I really enjoyed them all so far!!! This is a good thread...
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Walt Whitman, one of the greatest poets of his time.
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xxlovemccartneyxx:
Walt Whitman, one of the greatest poets of his time.
Oh xxlovemccartneyxx... thank you for letting me know about this poet... One of the first few I clicked on: On the Beach at Night http://www.poetry-archive.com/w/on_the_beach_at_night.html Brought me right back to a child with my father... he loved the night sky and sitting on the porch watching storms... this one made me cry Thank you for sharing Walt Whitman
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love2travel:
xxlovemccartneyxx:
Walt Whitman, one of the greatest poets of his time.
Oh xxlovemccartneyxx... thank you for letting me know about this poet... One of the first few I clicked on: On the Beach at Night http://www.poetry-archive.com/w/on_the_beach_at_night.html Brought me right back to a child with my father... he loved the night sky and sitting on the porch watching storms... this one made me cry Thank you for sharing Walt Whitman
Oh, I really loved that poem. It made me feel hopeful.
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I really am just starting to read poetry... Here's a couple that I like by Pablo Neruda Your Laughter Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. Pablo Neruda Love, we're going home now Love, we're going home now, Where the vines clamber over the trellis: Even before you, the summer will arrive, On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom. Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world: Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey: Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old Old patience, dividing the day from the night. And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea Like two blind birds to their wall, To their nest in a distant spring: Because love cannot always fly without resting, Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: Our kisses head back home where they belong. Pablo Neruda There is something very Spanish that I love about this one... La Reina (The Queen) I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to me. Pablo Neruda
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William Blake Arthur Rimbaud Charles Baudeliere Jack Kerouac Walt Whitman Emily Dickinson Sylvia Plath Allen Ginsberg Charles Bukowski Lord Byron Oscar Wilde Edgar Allan Poe You could go on all day really...
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love2travel:
I really am just starting to read poetry... Here's a couple that I like by Pablo Neruda Your Laughter Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. Pablo Neruda Love, we're going home now Love, we're going home now, Where the vines clamber over the trellis: Even before you, the summer will arrive, On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom. Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world: Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey: Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old Old patience, dividing the day from the night. And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea Like two blind birds to their wall, To their nest in a distant spring: Because love cannot always fly without resting, Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: Our kisses head back home where they belong. Pablo Neruda There is something very Spanish that I love about this one... La Reina (The Queen) I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to me. Pablo Neruda
Really enjoyed those L2T. I have never read Pablo Neruda, till now.
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Don't you know it's your time to grow aren't you inclined 2c Paul Mccartney with the finest of lines.
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Definitely a Shakespeare hound, here; I started reading the Bard when I was quite small, and it's a taste I've kept through the years. I also enjoy reading new poets, people who arrive without fanfare but whose gift with words is magical. That's why I belong to poetry.com!
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W.B. Yeats and W.H. Auden are two of my favourite poets.
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Check out poets Paul knows or knew: Ginsberg, Michael Horowitz, Adrian Mitchell, Roger McGough, Donovan P. Leitch and of course he loves Bob Dylan.
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OMG I love Michael He is a AWESOME and I mean AWESOME poet!!!!!!!!And writer in general!!!!!!!!!!
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John Donne's "The Triple Fool": He states he is a fool once for loving a woman, a fool twice because he has written a poem about her, yet the love is unrequited. And thrice because someone has then taken his verse and put it to song and shared it with others, thus making his feelings known all over, yet helping people at the same time. (my analysis) John Donne thought wise men believed themselves to be Fools. I agree. http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/triplefool.php
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hey_kittay - Perhaps only the fool who fears his love is fruitless knows love in its full glory (to quote yet another McCartney tune).
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What a brilliant ending - the way Donne laughs at himself. He had well-deserved fame!