who's your favorite poet? and what's your favorite poem of theirs?

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  • Jeanie
    Jeanie Posts: 9,446
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    had no idea you were into poetry. i'm glad you found this thread. thanks for the poems. i'm a get into this.

    :D Well actually I'd been toying with the idea of starting one like this meself, so I was pretty pleased to discover you'd been thinking the same. :)
    NOPE!!!

    *~You're IT Bert!~*

    Hold on to the thread
    The currents will shift
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    Jeanie wrote:
    :D Well actually I'd been toying with the idea of starting one like this meself, so I was pretty pleased to discover you'd been thinking the same. :)
    you flirting with me? :p
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • Jeanie
    Jeanie Posts: 9,446
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    you flirting with me? :p

    No! :D Do you want me to? ;)
    NOPE!!!

    *~You're IT Bert!~*

    Hold on to the thread
    The currents will shift
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    Jeanie wrote:
    No! :D Do you want me to? ;)
    if you're not too shy ;) i'm okay with it.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • Jeanie
    Jeanie Posts: 9,446
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    if you're not too shy ;) i'm okay with it.

    :D Well no one could accuse me of being shy! :D

    But my hearts not really in it today, sorry love, nothing personal. :)

    How bout you post another poem? I mean I would but I already posted 3! :o
    NOPE!!!

    *~You're IT Bert!~*

    Hold on to the thread
    The currents will shift
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    To Artina

    I will take your heart
    I will take your soul out of your body
    As though I were God.
    I will not be satisfied
    With the little words you say to me.
    I will not be satisfied
    With the touch of your hand
    Nor the sweet of your lips alone.
    I will take your heart for mine.
    I will take your soul.
    I will be God when it comes to you.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    Sea Calm

    How still,
    How strangely still
    The water is today.
    It is not good
    For water
    To be so still that way.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    To Artina

    I will take your heart
    I will take your soul out of your body
    As though I were God.
    I will not be satisfied
    With the little words you say to me.
    I will not be satisfied
    With the touch of your hand
    Nor the sweet of your lips alone.
    I will take your heart for mine.
    I will take your soul.
    I will be God when it comes to you.
    you can almost make a girl have an orgasm with these words... langston hughes is the shit.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    Wonder
    And pain
    And terror,
    And sick silly songs
    of sorrow,
    And the marrow
    Of the bone
    Of life
    Are smeared across
    Her mouth.

    The road
    From Verona
    To Mantova
    Is dusty
    With the drought.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    you can almost make a girl have an orgasm with these words... langston hughes is the shit.

    speaking of lady havin an orgasm through words/poetry.


    Fly with you.

    For now, I’m holding you in my thought and memory.
    Soon, I’ll be holding you again in my arms.
    Till then, all I have is a dream to hold.
    Needing you, more than I need.
    Wanting you, more than I want.
    Desire for you, deep inside, screams for you.
    Dreams of you, in my never-ending thoughts.
    In my heart, my feelings are yours to hold.
    Never before have I felt like this.
    Together we fall, up into the sky.
    Searching for our star, moonlight guides us.
    Past the sun we soar, angelic wings spread.
    As if we’re angels, conquering the sky.
    Loving on a star, the galaxy our bed.
    We dance across time and space touching.
    Your beauty is in my hands.
    Together, we share this miracle.
    Flying with you to beyond forever.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    chadwick wrote:
    speaking of lady havin an orgasm through words/poetry.


    Fly with you.

    For now, I’m holding you in my thought and memory.
    Soon, I’ll be holding you again in my arms.
    Till then, all I have is a dream to hold.
    Needing you, more than I need.
    Wanting you, more than I want.
    Desire for you, deep inside, screams for you.
    Dreams of you, in my never-ending thoughts.
    In my heart, my feelings are yours to hold.
    Never before have I felt like this.
    Together we fall, up into the sky.
    Searching for our star, moonlight guides us.
    Past the sun we soar, angelic wings spread.
    As if we’re angels, conquering the sky.
    Loving on a star, the galaxy our bed.
    We dance across time and space touching.
    Your beauty is in my hands.
    Together, we share this miracle.
    Flying with you to beyond forever.
    nice... did you write this?
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    nice... did you write this?

    yes i did.
    im pritty amazed by it even after 6 years or so has went by.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    and btw d.n.b.
    i really like this thread.
    i've enjoyed reading all the comments
    on everyones favorite poets/poetry.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    The Aliens

    you may not believe it
    but there are people
    who go through life with
    very little
    friction or
    distress.
    they dress well, eat
    well, sleep well.
    they are contented with
    their family
    life.
    they have moments of
    grief
    but all in all
    they are undisturbed
    and often feel
    very good.
    and when they die
    it is an easy
    death, usually in their
    sleep.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    you may not believe
    it
    but such people do
    exist.

    but i am not one of
    them.
    oh no, I am not one of them,
    I am not even near
    to being
    one of
    them.
    but they
    are there

    and I am
    here
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • Jeanie
    Jeanie Posts: 9,446
    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
    When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home.

    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

    For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crossed the bar.
    NOPE!!!

    *~You're IT Bert!~*

    Hold on to the thread
    The currents will shift
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    out of respect... i don't want to copy and paste so i'll include his myspace address where you can read his blog.
    he's a much better writer than i... i envy him greatly.

    http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=230065799&blogID=346850325
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • Anon
    Anon Posts: 11,175
    Is Nanushka aka Nan Witcomb

    To mourn too long
    for those we love
    is self indulgent -
    but to honour their memory
    with a promise
    to live a little better
    for having known them,
    gives purpose to their life -
    and some reason
    for their death


    and another one


    Let us not take away
    the dreams of children -
    let them ride
    on the silver moonbeams
    of imagination -
    at least
    until we can offer them
    something better.
  • deadnothingbetter
    deadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    Pj_Gurl wrote:
    Is Nanushka aka Nan Witcomb

    To mourn too long
    for those we love
    is self indulgent -
    but to honour their memory
    with a promise
    to live a little better
    for having known them,
    gives purpose to their life -
    and some reason
    for their death


    and another one


    Let us not take away
    the dreams of children -
    let them ride
    on the silver moonbeams
    of imagination -
    at least
    until we can offer them
    something better.
    it's very good. i like the second one better.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • Anon
    Anon Posts: 11,175
    more Nanushka

    one bed-
    one pillow-
    two souls
    who understand
    what's left of the night
    is precious-
    because this night
    will never be again......



    last one - pocketful of dreams..

    Johnny's got a pocketful of dreams-
    it's patched and there are cakecrumbs in the seams-
    to you it may not be a lot
    but it's all the treasure Johnny's got,
    he carries in his pocketful of dreams-
    a beetle in a matchbox, a tiny piece of string,
    some sealing wax and carpet tacks,
    a bell that doesn't ring-
    When Johnny grows to be a man,
    into a world that's cruel and tough,
    he'll soon be told his pocketful of dreams
    won't ever be enough-
    but if he owns a great big car,
    a swimming pool and yacht,
    he'll never be as happy
    as the time when all he's got
    is a beetle in a matchbox, and a tiny piece of string,
    some sealing wax and carpet tacks,
    and a bell that does not ring.......

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