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June 27, 2017, 07:51:08 AM |
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I know it's does connect anything to bitcoin or crypto world but still wonder does anyone care about poem? bytheway my favorite poem is If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.
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Forhadm
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June 27, 2017, 09:11:59 AM |
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when I was a child that time I read more a poem that was twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are up above the lie so high like a dimond in the sky its my favorite poem.
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June 27, 2017, 11:24:49 AM |
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I was a dare devil, I always raised the level, I got bruises and scars, But that didn't stop me from going bizarre
I would jump and skate, But it wasn't my fate, I have to find something else to do, Before I don't have a clue
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Bagaji
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June 27, 2017, 08:03:08 PM |
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My favorite poem is a poem by Edger Allan Poe titled " a dream within a dream" this poem appeal because it is realistic and raises fundamental question about the core nature of reality and the idea of human existence. The poem is appealing to me because Poe brought to the fore the very fact that man kind live like a dream without recourse but however, was quick to chirp in that some dreamers might have vision of the future which might be real. The poem puts man in between an existing puzzle and to what and what he control in the world and the limit as well as extent of a dream.
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June 27, 2017, 09:52:15 PM |
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My favorite poem is the one of Odysseas Elytis (Oδυσσέας Eλύτης) the "MONOGRAMMA" ,a poem about love. Odysseas Elytis is a greek poet and he had rewarded with a literature nobel. There are some lyrics of that in Greek.
Eίναι νωρίς ακόμη μες στoν κόσμo αυτόν, μ' ακoύς Δεν έχoυν εξημερωθεί τα τέρατα, μ' ακoύς To χαμένo μoυ αίμα και τo μυτερό, μ' ακoύς Mαχαίρι Σαν κριάρι πoυ τρέχει μες στoυς oυρανoύς Kαι των άστρων τoυς κλώνoυς τσακίζει, μ' ακoύς Eίμ' εγώ, μ' ακoύς Σ' αγαπώ, μ'ακoύς Σε κρατώ και σε πάω και σoυ φoρώ To λευκό νυφικό της Oφηλίας, μ' ακoύς Πoυ μ' αφήνεις, πoυ πας και πoιoς, μ' ακoύς
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July 10, 2017, 11:26:54 PM |
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My favorite poem is a poem by Edger Allan Poe titled " a dream within a dream" this poem appeal because it is realistic and raises fundamental question about the core nature of reality and the idea of human existence. The poem is appealing to me because Poe brought to the fore the very fact that man kind live like a dream without recourse but however, was quick to chirp in that some dreamers might have vision of the future which might be real. The poem puts man in between an existing puzzle and to what and what he control in the world and the limit as well as extent of a dream.
Absolutely, I read in while I was in high school. I like Allan Poe too.
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July 20, 2017, 03:01:28 PM |
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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 leaves in glee; A poet could not be but 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.
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July 20, 2017, 03:11:30 PM |
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My favorite poem is a poem by Edger Allan Poe titled " a dream within a dream" this poem appeal because it is realistic and raises fundamental question about the core nature of reality and the idea of human existence. The poem is appealing to me because Poe brought to the fore the very fact that man kind live like a dream without recourse but however, was quick to chirp in that some dreamers might have vision of the future which might be real. The poem puts man in between an existing puzzle and to what and what he control in the world and the limit as well as extent of a dream.
I love his poems too. I also live poems written by Walt Whitman and Robert frost. I love their creations like Leaves of Grass and the road not taken, respectively.
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July 20, 2017, 03:20:06 PM |
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When I saw a little Bird Coming hop hop hop; So I cried, a little bird will u stop stop stop? As I was going to the window To say, how do u do But he shook his little tail And away he flew.
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Noa_Amable
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July 20, 2017, 03:41:28 PM |
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poems of Bayron ))
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Kulang
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July 23, 2017, 02:12:50 PM |
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poems of Bayron ))
I don't have a poem in particular as my favorite because I love all of Lang Leav's poems.
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July 26, 2017, 04:49:15 AM |
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in my childhood my teacher said one poem that was one of the best and my favorite poem.
johnny johnny yes papa.
eating sugar no papa telling lies no papa open your mouth ha ha ha ha.......
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July 26, 2017, 05:38:15 AM |
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i had readed poem in my childhood it was my favorite poem.
the snow fall.
the sun shines.
the snow melts.
water, water, water.
the cloud come.
the rain falls.
water, water, water.
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July 26, 2017, 05:48:30 AM |
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Just about anything by W B Yeats. there is something about the second coming that makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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July 26, 2017, 09:05:36 AM |
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My favorite poem is a poem made with my own hands.
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July 29, 2017, 09:37:49 AM |
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in my childhood my mam had said to me more poems. in that my favorite poem is : johnny johnny yes papa eating sugar no papa telling lies no papa open your mouth? ha ha ha ha haaaaaa!!!
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July 29, 2017, 10:41:16 AM |
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UNBELIEVABLE
If by Rudyard Kipling The Tyger by William Blake Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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July 29, 2017, 11:11:07 AM |
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rain or hail sam done the best he kin till they digged his hole
:sam was a man
stout as a bridge rugged as a bear slickern a weazel how be you
(sun or snow)
gone into what like all them kings you read about and on him sings
a whippoorwill;
heart was big as the world aint square with room for the devil and his angels too
yes, sir
what may be better or what may be worse and what may be clover clover clover
(nobody'll know)
sam was a man grinned his grin done his chores laid him down.
Sleep wel
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July 29, 2017, 04:18:24 PM |
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Desiderata by Max Ehrmann is my all time favorite poem ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desiderata). I reread this poem over and over again, especially if I am ever feeling down or cynical. It is now in the public domain and I have posted part of the poem below. Enjoy and be inspired as I have been. Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
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