your favourite poem

My personal favorite poem is one by Edgar Allan Poe, entitled "The Conqueror Worm." It goes a little something like this:

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veins, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama - oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore.
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writes from out
The scenic solitude!

It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy 'Man',
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

Call me arrogrant if you will, but m personal favorite poem happens to be one of my own. i wrote it during a particularly hard time in my life.

Unreadiness

No longer was my heart closed
My lips virgin no more
That blissful kiss from a rose
My unknown feelings hungered for…

Comfort, pleasure, lust, and love
All these sprung from just a touch
Of the lips of an angel sent from above
Sent me emotions that is just too much…

For me to neither handle nor bear.
She chose me out of many
This incident rare, is so unfair
Because through this pleasure, I feel unready…

To face truth and reality
Chances of me hurting is great
The sweet song I hear turns into a tragic melody
And what I shall become…

For me to be forever alone
It’s destiny for me to stay that way
I must follow the dark light that shown
Now to go down the path of dismay….

It's a good poem, but does it beat Poe? I don't know Aken...

excellent poem, aken, ill go rate it in your collection right now. good job

Man...i dunno where i got this poem from, but it's been my favorite for...a really long time, It's called Little Candle

Little Candle
Burn so bright
Holding back
The starry night
But if I were
To blow you out
Would I have cause
To scream and shout?
For the night is safe
And withholds the light
Of painful memories
Of Malice and Spite
But all too soon
The night starts to fade
Caused by the coming
Of the new day
And all of my angers
Fears and despairs
Are exposed again
By the sun's cruel rays
So Little Candle
Burning so bright
Should I destroy you?
Would that be right?
With one little puff
You would be away
My dark side hidden
Until the next day
But your light that flickers
Gives me solace tonight
Withholds all the pains
That give me reason to fight
So while I battle
Against memories and fears
I'll allow you to burn
To dry up my tears

Heh Aken I like your poem about the clown better!

Heh. I like it best too, just because its so true about my life... I guess i have two favorites now :P
Behind The Mask...
Behind that cheerful smile,
That’s always on my face,
Is emptiness that goes on for miles,
Unknown sorrow that makes a heart race.

Behind that meaningless glint in my eyes,
That seems to dance like a flame on a candle,
Is really an act to hide the fact that they cry,
Fire’s been put out, too cold to handle.

Behind that carefree attitude I show,
Always saying, “things will be okay!”
Are deep worries that tarnish my soul.
Sending me swirling down the path of dismay.

But so what if I’m hurting and in pain?
Why should I bother others with my meaningless self?
There is absolutely nothing that I can gain,
From people having pity on my draining health.

So let me make you smile and don’t look so down.
The world is there for me to please!
After all, I am nothing but a clown.
Happiness for all, less me, I shall conceive!

Yeah, 'behind the mask' is my favorite poem out of the ones you have written

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I love the poem about the Raven!

My favorite poem was posted on this site by The-One a long time ago. Here it is:

Light breaks the darkest part
Beauty softens the hardest heart
Like second nature, I'd shy away
Beauty like gravity, pulled me to stay
Drifting at sea in storms of the past
Beauty the anchor, now holds me fast

Where have I been?
What have I done?
To deserve such beauty
You are the one

If lovers are dreamers, I walk in my sleep
A heart of gold, seems impossible to keep
For gold melts quickly, when exposed to the fire
But you're the only one my heart will desire
If the question is unanswered, "what's in a name?"
Then beauty and yours are one in the same

Where can I go?
What can I do?
To hold onto this beauty
This beauty is you

I have it memorized, it's such an amazing piece~Holly

William Shakespeare
Sonnet #130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

This poem actually inspired one of my own, and in my writing, I make sure to never belie anyone with any type of false compare.

I would have to say that my all time favorite poem is by Edgar Allen Poe. It has to be "The Raven".
Unfortunitly, I don't have the time to type it, but I'm sure most of you have read it.

By Robert Frost:

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."

-I don't know why, but I just love this short poem, it's called Fire and Ice.

-beth

one of my fave poems is by one of my close friends feebz! she is a wonderful poet and its called white china mask. every one should go check her work out its brilliant.