what is your favorite poem?

[xiufei]

  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]

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.

[shelly154]

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

[gamerfan]

A Poem dedicated to Bitcoin: https://pastebin.com/KCS4pyQ8

[Bagaji]

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.

[gio3442]

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

[MaskOffFuture]

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.

[woshiragimov]

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.

[Lenzie]

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.

[Bytemama]

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.

[Noa_Amable]

poems of Bayron ))

[Kulang]

poems of Bayron ))

I don't have a poem in particular as my favorite because I love all of Lang Leav's poems.

[douglas747]

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.......

[raymond899]

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.

[racasanuk]

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?

[egal tri ramdhani]

My favorite poem is a poem made with my own hands.

[malachy23]

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!!!

[farokay76]

UNBELIEVABLE

If by Rudyard Kipling
The Tyger by William Blake
Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

[revenanTts]

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

[CoinCollector006]

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.

[egal tri ramdhani]

My favorite poem smells like the smell of love.

[Ph0enixX]

Alexander Pushkin - The Captive

A captive, alone in a dungeon I dwell,
Entombed in the stillness and murk of a cell.
Outside, in the courtyard, in wild, frenzied play,
My comrade, an eagle, has punced on his prey.
Then, leaving it, at me he looks as if he
In thought and in purpose at one were with me.
He looks at me so, and he utters a cry.
"'Tis time," he is saying, "from here let us fly!

"We're both wed to freedom, so let us away
To where lonely storm clouds courageously stray,
Where turbulent seas rsh to merge with the sky,
Where only the winds dare to venture and I!.."

[Ph0enixX]

'Silentium!' by Fyodor Tyutchev also beautiful

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.

[mariahh]

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

[hudsontatum79]

 in my child hood i learn one poem  it was my favorite poem

         "pop pop popcorn

        popping in the pot

        pop pop popcorn

       eat it while it's hot

      pop pop popcorn
 
      butter on the top

      when i eat popcorn

       i can't stop"

[garrettelyln19]

i listen one poem it's nice.

and it was my favorite poem also.

                            spring is here
 
                            spring is here

                            goodbye,  snow

                            flowers glow

                            birds and bee

                            leaves on trees

                             hello spring

                            hello spring...............

[barbarastacy34]

i like one small poem that one is:

   i'm a little reindeer

    ready to fly

    i'll pull Santa's sleigh

   up in the sky

      Christmas is here:  we

        can't be late

         all the children just

             can not wait.............

       

[bitblackred]

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
stars.

Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

[tavogi.com]

God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog. -Might and Magic V: Darkside of Xeen

[Anwar22]

My favourite poem is,

All people dream,but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

[bebejhen]

My favorite poem is entitled as TREES. I don't remember who the author is. It's the firat poem I've learned when I was young thought by my dad. Here is some line. "I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is fresh.... I don't know what's next.

[Gobeller]

I like this one and it's coming from Lord Alfred Tennyson here.

All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Some one had blundered:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

[rajakoin1994]

One of my favorite "non famous" poems is by
Pure Evil from P&S

In and out it

Wanders through my psyche
I try to put the pieces in order
Longing for the right solution
Loathing the possible outcome

Now is the time
Everyone hopes will remain
Vacant of their lives
Exit signs looks comforting
Remembering the Entrance seems painful

Beyond tomorrow seems like an
Eternity away, alone

Tonight I sit with my
Heap of thoughts, and I become
Envious of the guy I wanted to be

Since I can't have that
Anymore I am content to
Make the next person, inside
Even better.

[averylbaylee74]

i like apples. in my childhood my mam said to me one poem


an apple can test very nice,

try a bite or slice,

if its red or if its green,

if will taste good if it's clean,

my grandma says " an apple a day,

always keep the doctor away."

i love this poem....

[bardulphgaleun38]

my favorite poem is:

       here is my little garden,

      some seeds i'm going to sow,

     here is my rake to rake the ground,

    here is my hand hoe.

          here is the big, round yellow sun,

         the sun warms everything.

          here are the rain clouds in the sky

          the birds will start to sing

          little plant will wake up soon

           and lift their sleepy heads

           little plants will grow and grow

          in their little  warm earth beds................

this is my all time favorite poem friendssss.

[Farukulhasan]

My favorite poem is:
The night sky here studded with stars,
The sun shines all-day, meadow full of grass;
Through the branches of tall trees
Sky looks like meandering stairsteps.

One who wants to go – one who could go – would go,
Amidst sound of water
The day would treat endlessly
Removing fatigue and heart’s dark stain.

[Matcuda]

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.

 

I like Shakespeare and his works. Let they and old but some are actual today of them. From modern writers it is difficult to find deserving.

[KrLos]

Anyone heard about The Poor Ghost of Christina Rosetti ? ) my favourite one

[lunafreya]

My favorite one is 'Two Hearts' by Cemal Süreya. He is a great poet and writer.

The shortest way between two hearts:
Two arms
Extending to each other and occasionally
Touching another by finger tips only.

I'm running to the place of stairs,
Waiting is the body-acquiring of time;
I've got here very early, I can't find you,
It feels like something is being rehearsed.

Birds are gathering to migrate
I wish I would have loved you just for this.

[Basaleyi]

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but,.....

[HumberRoll]

I like this

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

[ikilledcobain]

It was many and many a year ago,
 In a kingdom by the sea,
 That a maiden there lived whom you may know
 By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
 And this maiden she lived with no other thought
 Than to love and be loved by me.

 I was a child and she was a child,
 In this kingdom by the sea;
 But we loved with a love that was more than love-
 I and my Annabel Lee;
 With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
 Coveted her and me.

 And this was the reason that, long ago,
 In this kingdom by the sea,
 A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
 My beautiful Annabel Lee;
 So that her highborn kinsman came
 And bore her away from me,
 To shut her up in a sepulcher
 In this kingdom by the sea.

 The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
 Went envying her and me-
 Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
 In this kingdom by the sea)
 That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
 Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

 But our love it was stronger by far than the love
 Of those who were older than we-
 Of many far wiser than we-
 And neither the angels in heaven above,
 Nor the demons down under the sea,
 Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

 For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
 And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
 And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
 Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
 In the sepulcher there by the sea,
 In her tomb by the sounding sea.

-Edgar Allan Poe

[Clutch_Jones]

[Crypto_New]

Poem ? I love it just to read not to share or use to seduce women, It really caught my heart, and I do not think it's rare today to use poetry.

[bitblackred]

Edgar Allan Poe "Raven"

[Shahajahan6060]

My favourite poem is ''twinkle twinkle little star''.i read that in my childhood period.