*Whats your favorite poem?*

Share your favorite poem here, by putting down either the name or the whole poem itself, along with the author.

hmmmm well if u mean only on this site, then it would be

loves curse (two parts) by jessica l reed (goths mourning
PART 1:
She couldn't stand the silence,
She couldn't stand the tears,
She couldn't stand her life,
After only sixteen years.

He was her entire world,
She gave him all she possessed,
He did the same in return,
They were thought to be obsessed.

Their love couldn't be reached,
Couldn't be touched by any other,
They were all they needed,
They only wanted each other.

From two they became one,
They made each other whole,
They filled each other's voids,
They filled each other's souls.

Everything was perfect,
Everything was great,
Till one damning day,
They were told they'd have to wait.

Her parents were moving her,
To a distant place,
They'd be torn apart,
Couldn't see each other's face.

They swore they'd make it work,
Vowed to stay together,
Didn't care about the distance,
They'd be together forever.

She gave it all she had,
She did her very best,
But he still slipped away,
He didn't pass the test.

While she was thinking of him,
He had found another,
He said he couldn't do it,
He talked it over with his mother.

She was devastated,
Her heart was torn straight out,
She'd been such a fool,
She should have listened to her doubt.

From then on they stopped talking,
Never spoke again,
While he was with his new girl,
She was dreaming of him.

Every day she'd cry,
She tried to fight off all the pain,
But the hurting never stopped,
Just shot through every vein.

Months went by since the ending,
But she only grew worse,
She couldn't accept what happened,
This was love's curse.

It finally overtook her,
She couldn't stand it anymore,
She grabbed a picture of him,
And snuck out the front door.

She walked into the woods,
Found a secluded place,
Kept thinking of the past,
And how she'd been replaced.

Hours later she was found,
In a pool of her blood,
And beside her they found,
His picture in the mud.

On the back read her reason,
Why she took her life,
What he did to her,
It seemed he had held the knife.

Though physically he didn't kill her,
He tore her soul apart,
It was obvious how she did,
It was from a broken heart.

PART 2:
Lying in his bed,
He held his new girl tight,
Slumber patiently waited
As he turned out the light.

Before he fell asleep,
He lay in bed awake,
He glared at his new girl...
Knowing she were fake.

His mind drifted to the past,
To the girl that he let go,
He knew that he still loved her,
Why he left her, he didn't know.

As he began to sleep,
He felt a presence by his side,
Little did he know...
His one true love just died.

The phone began to ring,
He felt a shiver down his spine,
He was surprised to hear
His ex-girlfriend's sister on the line.

When he picked up the phone,
Her sister screaming said,
" THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT...
IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT SHE'S DEAD!"

He threw the phone across his room,
It slammed into a wall,
He told himself it wasn't real,
Just an ill-tasted prank call.

But still deep down he knew,
Something was really wrong,
He woke his new girl up
And took her home where she belonged.

He sped his car back home
And ran to grab a phone,
He ran into his room,
Where he could be alone.

Once he heard a voice,
He said "May I speak with Jessica please?"
The words that they spoke back
Made him drop down to his knees.

Through all of their tears,
They told him that she died,
He fell straight down to the ground,
Hung his head and cried.

He took the red-eye plane,
Through his fear of flight,
He brought along her picture,
And stared at it all night.

Her family wouldn't speak to him,
They'd pretend he wasn't there,
Until the funeral came...
They saw how much he cared.

Her sister came up to him
Giving him the suicide note,
He read every single word
That Jessica had wrote.

It said how much she loved him,
Why she had to let life go,
Why living wouldn't work
Without his love to know.

He stood above her casket,
Crying out his eyes,
Praying up to Heaven
That he could lay with her and die.

But then he glance into his hand,
At the note she left behind,
And read it once again
With all the strength that he could find.

"...Through all of this I know,
That we were meant to me...
But since you broke my damaged heart,
Live in misery..."

Just a few words from the note,
These were the ones in bold,
He opened up the casket,
And took her hand to hold.

He said a few words quickly,
While he could get them out,
"I love you so much...I'm so sorry..."
Then the tears streamed out.

"I'll love you all my life,
From then...now...till forever...
I will fix the past,
Then we'll be together..."

He could say no more,
He had grown to weak,
Before he closed her casket,
He kissed her lips and cheeks.

He watched her go and leave him,
As the casket lowered down,
He couldn't bare the thought
Of her six feet underground.

He now knew why she died...
The pain ran through so deep,
But he wouldn't end his life,
Her wishes he would keep.

Although she wouldn't be there,
He knew that she would see...
To prove his love for her,
He would live in misery.
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if u mean in general, then it is

(no name)

The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear.
If all we have is what lies here,
this lonely world, this troubled place,
then cold dead stars and empty space...
Well, I see no reason to persevere,
no reason to laugh or shed a tear,
no reason to sleep or ever to wake,
no promises to keep, and none to make.
And so at night I still raise my eyes
to study the clear but mysterious skies--
that arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?
-Dean Koontz

*~peace and love~*

yea, i know, hence y they are my favs

*~peace and love~*

Auto Wreck by Karl Shapiro

Its quick soft silver bell beating, beating,

And down the dark one ruby flare

Pulsing out red light like an artery,

The ambulance at top speed floating down

Past beacons and illuminated clocks

Wings in a heavy curve, dips down,

And brakes speed, entering the crowd.

The doors leap open, emptying light;

Stretchers are laid out, the mangled lifted

And stowed into the little hospital.

Then the bell, breaking the hush, tolls once,

And the ambulance with its terrible cargo

Rocking, slightly rocking, moves away,

As the doors, and afterthought, are closed.

We are deranged, walking among the cops

Who sweep glass and are large and composed.

One is still making notes under the light.

One with a bucket douches ponds of blood

Into the street and gutter.

One hangs lanterns on the wrecks that clings,

Empty husks of locust, to iron poles.

Our throats were tight as tourniquets,

Our feet were bound with splints, but now,

Like convalescents intimate and gauche,

We speak through sickly smiles and warn

With the stubborn saw of common sense,

The grim joke and the banal resolution.

The traffic moves around with care,

But we remain, touching a wound

That opens to our richest horror.

Already old, the question Who shall die?

Becomes unspoken who is innocent?

For death in war is done by hands;

Suicide has cause and stillbirth, logic;

And cancer, simple as a flower, blooms.

But this invites the occult mind,

Cancels our physics with a sneer,

And spatters all we knew of denouement

Across the expedient and wicked stones.

I think that this poem is truly fantastic. I have it posted on my wall and I read it before I go to sleep. (when I remember) It is so powerful.

I also love "The Highwayman" by Alfred Tennyson, which is too long to post here.

Another favorite of mine is Velvet Shoes by Elinor Wylie. I think that this poem is extraordinarily beautiful.

Velvet Shoes by Elinor Wylie

Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.

"song of myself" by Walt Whitman