Poetry Thread

I like poetry. I have written some of my own in fact. Laugh if you like but I think it can be cool if done right. Here are some poems I like:

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

  • i am a little church by ee cummings (he’s one of my favorite poets)

I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song
and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face
and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again
to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way
where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long trick’s over.

— John Masefield (sea fever)

Makes me want to go sailing!

Theres alot more but I just posted two. You all have some you like?

I’ll have to find some of my old stuff (buried somewhere on the 'puter), but here is a LOTR related poem I wrote some time ago.

The Ford of Bruinen

White horses soaring down,
Roaring water rushing ‘round.
Vicious torrents consuming evil,
Calm river in upheaval.
Cool water, burning anger,
Plunging invincible into danger.
At command of Elrond’s might,
Forcing nazgul into flight.
Shapeless, formless, unappearing,
Washed away, horses rearing.
Satisfied with one last look,
The torrent fades to bubbling brook.

"Peregrin Took !!! :x "
-Gandalf

Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
Cheneys got a gun;
EVERYBODY DOWN!!!

I’m not really a big fan of poetry, but I heard this in English lit and it really touched me

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.

By W.B.Yeates

That is really cool…I like it alot.

Hey isn’t that the poem in Equilibrium?

Here’s one I wrote recently. I don’t know what you’ll think, but a few people at my school said it touched them.

Drifting without hope
The sea – a living carpet of blue,
Endless in every direction
I drift – drift with no hope of survival
Lost upon the blue.

My ship, filled with the stench of death
Crew draped like discarded toys
Once the engine would fill the air with noise,
Now the silence of death.

They came like wolves, out of the sea,
As sharks they brought her apart
Gutted, killed by those black, black darts
Emerging out of the sea

And why did this happen, why do I drift?
Some man wanted this world
If only those at the top had been told
What it is like to be here, and drift.

-The captain of a ship destroyed by Nazi U-boats in World War II.

Z-Axis: I like it! :smiley:

Heres one I wrote for a creative writing class. My teacher said it was her favorite:

last night I climbed the street
and at the top took a seat -
over the city, looked to the sea
that was glimmering gold and beckoning me
to paths uncharted and unknown
to nameless lands, there to roam.

I sat and pondered which to take -
the concrete road or endless lake -
But then a longing carried me
to choose the chartless and the sea