What Poetry Moved You?

[lovejones]

Simple Simon met a Pieman, going to the fair.

Said Simple Simon to the Pieman,

"What have you got there?"

Said the Pieman unto Simon,

"Pies you dickhead."

[lovejones]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the king's horses and all the king's men,

Said, "f#&k him, he's only an egg."

[lovejones]

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard

To fetch her poor dog a bone.

When she bent over

Rover took over,

And gave her a bone of his own

[charmed shannen]

The Cookie Jar Adventure

 

Wakey-wakey from our beds,

thoughts of cookies in our heads.

 

Mom''s and Daddy''s eyes are closed.

(They are sleeping. They won''t know).

 

Hurry-hurry, on the double!

If they wake, we''ll be in trouble!

 

Blankies, pillows, on the floor.

Squeaky-squeaky goes the door.

 

Shhh, shhh, tippy-toe.

To the kitchen we will go.

 

Sneaky-sneaky down the hall,

bare feet creeping ''long the wall.

 

C''mon, Sissy, it''s not far,

there it is, the cookie jar!

 

I can''t reach it, I''m too small.

Let''s get a chair to make us tall.

 

Shuffle-shuffle, scooty chair,

pushy-pushy, almost there.

 

Clinky-clinky goes the top,

hold it tight, or it will drop!

 

Giggle, giggle, tee-hee-hee,

two for YOU, and two for ME.

 

Uh oh, Sissy, turn around ...

Mom and Daddy. We''ve been found.

 

Peeky-peeky, Mom and Dad,

are you angry? Are you mad?

 

Whisper-whisper, over there ...

they want to know if we will share!

 

VErY, VeRY Moving!

[Guest foxtrotbravo]

mary had a little lamb

its fleece as white as snow

the ram turned out to be a ram...

...mary had a little lamb

 

(walang magawa! )

[Guest biancaanne]

I do but ask that you be always fair

 

I do but ask that you be always fair

That I forever may continue kind;

Knowing me what I am, you should not dare

To lapse from beauty ever, nor seek to bind

My alterable mood with lesser cords;

Weeping and such soft matters must invite

To further vagrancy; and bitter words

Chafe soon to irremediable flight,

Wherefore I pray you if you love me dearly,

Less dear to hold me than your own bright charms,

Whence it may fall that until death, or nearly,

I shall not move to struggle from your arms:

Fade if you must,--I would but bid you be

Like the sweet year, doing all things graciously.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[yellowmoon]

Excerpt from Abt. Vogler by Robert Browning

 

 

All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist;

Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power

Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist

When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.

The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,

The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,

Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;

Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.

 

And what is our failure here but a triumph’s evidence

For the fullness of the days? Have we withered or agonized?

Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence?

Why rushed the discords in, but that harmony should be prized?

Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear,

Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe:

But God has a few of us whom He whispers in the ear;

The rest may reason and welcome: ’tis we musicians know.

 

Well, it is earth with me; silence resumes her reign:

I will be patient and proud, and soberly acquiesce.

Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again,

Sliding by semitones, till I sink to the minor, — yes,

And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground,

Surveying awhile the heights I rolled from into the deep;

Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found,

The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.

[RiverJordan]

this one moved me to tears.

 

When your stomach starts a rollin'

and you're cleaning out your colon:

Diarrhea, diarrhea.

When the feeling's not that nice

and you have to flush it twice:

Diarrhea, diarrhea.

Edited April 16, 2009 by RiverJordan

[youknowwhat]

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Robert Frost

 

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.

[youknowwhat]

Filipino Classic (1897)

 

SA TABI NG DAGAT

Ildefonso Santos

 

Marahang-marahang

manaog ka, Irog, at kata’y lalakad,

maglulunoy katang

payapang-payapa sa tabi ng dagat;

di na kailangang

sapnan pa ang paang binalat-sibuyas,

ang daliring garing

at sakong na wari’y kinuyom na rosas!

Manunulay kata,

habang maaga pa, sa isang pilapil

na nalalatagan

ng damong may luha ng mga bituin;

patiyad na tayo

ay maghahabulang simbilis ng hangin,

nguni’t walang ingay,

hangganq sa sumapit sa tiping buhangin...

Pagdating sa tubig,

mapapaurong kang parang nanginigmi,

gaganyakin kata

sa nangaroroong mga lamang-lati:

doon ay may tahong,

talaba’t halaang kabigha-bighani,

hindi kaya natin

mapuno ang buslo bago tumanghali?

Pagdadapit-hapon

kata’y magbabalik sa pinanggalingan,

sugatan ang paa

at sunog ang balat sa sikat ng araw...

Talagang ganoon:

Sa dagat man, irog, ng kaligayahan,

lahat, pati puso

ay naaagnas ding marahang-marahan...

[Bogs26c4u]

After a while – Veronica A. Shoffstall

 

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn’t mean leaning

and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren’t contracts

and presents aren’t promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow’s ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn…

[ambidextrous00]

im not big on poetry, but this one gets a thumbs up. came across this in high school, never forgot it since.

 

SONNET 116 - william shakespeare

 

let me not to the marriage of true minds

admit impediments. love is not love

which alters when it alteration finds,

or bends with the remover to remove;

o no! it is an ever fixed mark

that looks on tempests and is never shaken;

it is the star to every wandering bark,

whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks.

within his bending sickle's compass come

love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

but hears it out to the edge of doom

if this be error and upon me proved

i never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Edited May 22, 2009 by ambidextrous00

[Jonas2085]

Sonnet 17

Pablo Neruda

 

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

 

in which there is no I or you

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand

so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close

[Guest Lara]

same as above, sonnet xvii din esp these parts in bold:

 

 

Sonnet XVII

 

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

 

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

[ButtChicKick]

SLOW DANCE

(a poem written by a teenager with cancer)

 

 

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

 

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

 

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

 

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

 

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

 

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

 

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

 

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

 

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,'Hi'

 

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

 

When you run

so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

 

When you worry and hurry

through your day,

It is like an unopened gift.....

Thrown away.

 

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.