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Share Your Favorite Poem

Discussion in 'Awesome Media' started by MyLordsLady, May 23, 2017.

  1. MyLordsLady

    MyLordsLady OMG Member

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    What is your favorite poem? And what is it about the poem that you love so much or what resonates with you? My favorite poem is "somewhere I have never travelled" by e.e. cummings. I love it so much because the imagery is so lovely.

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me,i and
    my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
    compels me with the colour of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens;only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
     
  2. Elizabeth

    Elizabeth Professional Dragon Egg Hunter Donator Team

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    Listen Sjin, here's the plan,
    It's more than just a flash in a pan.
    Those fools will soon be kicking the can,
    First, we convince them to make a reactor,
    ( That is the most important factor! )
    Then when it's built, we sneak in.
    With stealth and speed, we steal
    All the coolants and run like hell
    To our actual build right over the hill.
    The reactor will soon be overload, as you can guess.
    We will watch them, asleep in their shed,
    Oblivious in their beds to the awaiting
    Catastrophe,
    Just right next door!
    With a shake and a roar,
    Honeydew Inc will be no more!
    And all their stuff?
    Done for.
    Don't look at me like that Sjin, dear friend.
    Their factory unable to mend!
    It's the perfect plan,
    Just left with rubble on the sand.
    But wait, there's more!
    That you may not be able to apprehend.
    They will be helpless.
    Unprotected.
    Vulnerable.
    Easily defeated.


    The blast will be large,
    Don't worry,
    In their shed they will be fine,
    I'll make sure of that.
    But our decoy building will be just ashes,
    They think the playing field is leveled.
    All our stuff gone to? Oh no!
    We have more then they ever did!
    Invincible armor!
    Devastating weapons!
    And that's when we will swoop!
    With our Quantum Armor, Jet packs, and
    Solar Helmets,
    We attack!
    Boom!
    Bang!
    Then we will win!
    We will have our victory once again,
    On land stained with red.

    Sjin, my dear pal, you look at me odd.
    But that will soon be changed, and you will be awed.
    All will applaud, out work will not be shod!
    Come with me, fellow spaceman, and let us play God!
    On top we will stand, high over all!
    All will fall! We will watch them bawl at our feet,
    Our victory complete!
    Wait.
    What's that you say?!
    "No?"
    But..but..we are friends!
    Don't you hate them? Don't you want revenge?
    Against Duncan, that benevolent fool?
    No?
    You say no?
    Why? Why do you say, we must fight? Must we kill?
    It's simple Sjin, why can't you see?!
    We have to stay at the top of the tree!
    Not to fall down, to become wimps at other's feet!
    ...................
    Fine.
    If NO is what you say, then leave.
    Let me be, with my own company.
    I liked Sips Co better.
    Sjips Co sounded like some weird ship.
    I don't need you.
    I don't need your shit.
    Why did I ever take you back?
    Get out of my sight!
    Shoo, shoo! Without you, I will make my debut!
    More powerful then all, you will see!
    You will be among them crying at my feet.
    Wanting to stay.
    No, I will say, like you did today.
    Don't turn on me, I am talking!
    Sjin! I see your reluctance as your walking,
    Far away from me and what was once our company.
    Oh hohoho! You just wait, soon you will be back!
    I know it!
    Just wait and see!


    It is later.
    Much later.
    I sit here, staring at harsh, deserted land.
    Tumbleweeds roll by, I watch as they ran.
    You are gone now, I failed with my plan.
    You never came back, and now I am sad.
    I am penning on this note, on tear stained paper.
    Because I waited.
    I waited until much, much later.
    I sat at the window, my breath creating cold vapor, and waited.
    And waited.
    For a long long time since.
    I waited.
    I waited and saw a most horrifying sight.
    I waited and saw that you never came back.
    I saw you found a better life, away from me, and in harmony with the others.
    Yet I still wait.
    I sit and wait.
    Just by myself as it always was,
    Hoping, one day, I will see,
    My one true best friend...........
    Come back to me.
     
  3. Azhria Lilu

    Azhria Lilu OMG Member

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    The Raven - Edgar Allen Poe (that will come as no surprise to some of you lol)

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
    Only this and nothing more.”
    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
    Nameless here for evermore.
    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
    This it is and nothing more.”
    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
    Darkness there and nothing more.
    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
    Merely this and nothing more.
    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
    ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
    Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
    Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as “Nevermore.”
    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
    Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
    Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
    But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!
    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
    Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
    Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
    “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted—nevermore!
     
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