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Poems.

Unread post by Rosa Mollis » April 7th, 2012, 11:07 am

I love poems, so much so I thought I would create a thread allowing me post my favourite poets and their poems. Please feel to post any of your favourite poems and even any you may have written yourself. :)


The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Dylan Thomas
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Unread post by Rosa Mollis » April 11th, 2012, 12:08 pm

An April Day

When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.

From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Unread post by Wyatt » April 13th, 2012, 12:33 pm

Sticky! I'll look for Poems that are in the Flashdrive from my Journalism class. If I am brave enough(?) :O! I'll post on the forum too some of mines.
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Unread post by Rosa Mollis » April 20th, 2012, 1:48 am

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 

Maya Angelou


This poem made me smile. :)
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Unread post by Wyatt » April 20th, 2012, 7:45 am

Poem by one of my teachers at my school. He submitted this to the paper for Journalism.
“Taking Care, when it happens”

Take care with joy when it happens
Take care of pain when it happens
Take care of love when it happens
Take care of your life when it happens

Written By: Mr.DeBonis
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Unread post by Rosa Mollis » April 20th, 2012, 10:21 am

Wyatt wrote:Poem by one of my teachers at my school. He submitted this to the paper for Journalism.
“Taking Care, when it happens”

Take care with joy when it happens
Take care of pain when it happens
Take care of love when it happens
Take care of your life when it happens

Written By: Mr.DeBonis
Very nice poem. :) So are you working up the courage to show us your poems Joel? :p
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Unread post by Wyatt » April 20th, 2012, 11:22 am

Rosa Mollis wrote:
Wyatt wrote:Poem by one of my teachers at my school. He submitted this to the paper for Journalism.
“Taking Care, when it happens”

Take care with joy when it happens
Take care of pain when it happens
Take care of love when it happens
Take care of your life when it happens

Written By: Mr.DeBonis
Very nice poem. :) So are you working up the courage to show us your poems Joel? :p
Slowly but surely I'll make my way up to that ^^ xd
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Unread post by Rosa Mollis » April 23rd, 2012, 1:43 am

Happy Birthday William Shakespeare. :)

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare
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