Any poetry fans in here ?

[Mouzafphaerre]

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Any poetry fans in here ?

You can count me one but when it comes to petry I'm one elitist bαstαrd.

Liked the one you psted, though, independent of its artistic value.
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[Templar Knight]

hells bells

[Lazul]

I heard this one first in the movie Solaris and since then its stuck in my mind.

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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

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Dylan Thomas

[Uesugi Kenshin]

I like some poetry, but I am very picky. I like morbid poetry mostly, or at least sorrowful poetry and then a bunch of random stuff that just seems to speak to me, but I am definately not into poetry about landscapes or anything like that. I did like the one you posted though....

[Lemur]

I can't believe you guys are overlooking the great contribution to world literature made by Ogden Nash. Examples:

The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other milk.

As well as that perfect example of High Culture:

The turtle live 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix, to be so fertile.

Shakespeare, eat your lacy-cufed heart out.

[Fragony]

I love this one, it was made by an english soldier after his best friend died in the trenches at the Somme. It is the most powerfull thing I have ever read.

Wilfred Owen
Futility
Move him into the sun —
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds —
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, — still warm, — too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
— O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?



especially this line, 'Was it for this the clay grew tall?' , it just screams WHY!




Sleepless

An ocean apart, several timezones away,
The sleepless nights are a small price to pay,
To see your smile and the gleam in your eye,
The one that steals all I meant to say.

Machines of bloodless plastic and chrome,
Lack the heat of skin that's found it's home.
But still we try to touch our fingertips,
To stroke the hair we'd love to comb.

When we part the smile stays upon my lips,
For unlike the sun our hearts know no eclipse,
And tho each of us alone into bed slips,
Our thoughts daily make a thousand trips.



Oh are you in for a night when you see her again.