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Originally posted by the user Sin, archived on Mar 7th 2017
This poetry isn't mine. I wish it was; just thought I'd share some fabulous poetry with y'all.

Feel free to post your own favourite(s), too. :]

Don't post your own poetry, though, or I'll kick you.

Anne Hathaway

by Carol Ann Duffy from her poetry collection, The World's Wife.

'Item I gyve unto my wife my second best bed...'

(from Shakespeare's will)

The bed we loved in was a spinning world

of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas

where we would dive for pearls. My lover's words

were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses

on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme

to his, now echo, assonance; his touch

a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.

Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed

a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance

and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.

In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,

dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -

I hold him in the casket of my widow's head

as he held me upon that next best bed.


by Sylvia Plath from her poetry collection, Ariel.

The woman is perfected

Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,

The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,

Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:

We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,

One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty

She has folded

Them back into her body as petals

Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed

From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,

Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.

Her blacks crackle and drag.
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Everything Is Free

by George Elliott Clarke

Wipe away tears,

Set free your fears:

Everything is free.

Only the lonely

Need much money:

Everything is free.

Don’t try to bind

The love you find:

Everyone is free.

Your lover’s yours —

Surrender force:

Everyone is free.

The sun melts down,

Spreads gold around:

Everything is free.

The rain is spent

Lending flowers scent:

Everything is free.

The love you live,

The life you give:

Everything is free.

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Stickying this, cause we need a good poetry topic

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I found a tiny starfish

In a tide pool by the sand.

I found a tiny starfish

And I put him in my hand.

An itty-bitty starfish

No bigger than my thumb,

A wet and golden starfish

Belonging to no one.

I thought that I would take him

From the tidepool by the sea,

And bring him home to give you

A loving gift from me.

But as I held my starfish,

His skin began to dry.

Without his special seaside home,

My gift for you would die.

I found a tiny starfish

In a tide pool by the sea.

I hope whoever finds him next

Will leave him there, like me!

And the gift I've saved for you?

The best that I can give:

I found a tiny starfish,

And for you, I let him live.

-Dayle Ann Dodds

Fruity... yet delicious
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anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then)they

said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain

- anyone lived in a pretty how town, e. e. cummings
"Wind kindles flame and shakes the treetops, but flame burns down trees."

"Wind, flame, and trees, huh? Doesn't that mean they definitely can't become friends?"

"I wonder about that..."

"But if the wind is too strong, it will put out flames and knock down trees..."
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by Edgar Allen Poe

From childhood's hour, I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

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This is one of my all-time favorite poems from high school, because I adore the imagery.


By Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.
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Porphyria's Lover

Robert Browning

The rain set early in to-night,

The sullen wind was soon awake,

It tore the elm-tops down for spite,

And did its worst to vex the lake:

I listened with heart fit to break.

When glided in Porphyria; straight

She shut the cold out and the storm,

And kneeled and made the cheerless grate

Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;

Which done, she rose, and from her form

Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,

And laid her soiled gloves by, untied

Her hat and let the damp hair fall,

And, last, she sat down by my side

And called me. When no voice replied,

She put my arm about her waist,

And made her smooth white shoulder bare,

And all her yellow hair displaced,

And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,

And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,

Murmuring how she loved me--she

Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,

To set its struggling passion free

From pride, and vainer ties dissever,

And give herself to me for ever.

But passion sometimes would prevail,

Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain

A sudden thought of one so pale

For love of her, and all in vain:

So, she was come through wind and rain.

Be sure I looked up at her eyes

Happy and proud; at last I knew

Porphyria worshipped me; surprise

Made my heart swell, and still it grew

While I debated what to do.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair,

Perfectly pure and good: I found

A thing to do, and all her hair

In one long yellow string I wound

Three times her little throat around,

And strangled her. No pain felt she;

I am quite sure she felt no pain.

As a shut bud that holds a bee,

I warily oped her lids: again

Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.

And I untightened next the tress

About her neck; her cheek once more

Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:

I propped her head up as before,

Only, this time my shoulder bore

Her head, which droops upon it still:

The smiling rosy little head,

So glad it has its utmost will,

That all it scorned at once is fled,

And I, its love, am gained instead!

Porphyria's love: she guessed not how

Her darling one wish would be heard.

And thus we sit together now,

And all night long we have not stirred,

And yet God has not said a word!

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Originally posted by the user BlackPhoenix, archived on Dec 10th 2013
There is a Solitude of Space

Emily D.ickinson

There is a solitude of space

A solitude of sea

A solitude of death, but these

Society shall be

Compared with that profounder site

That polar privacy

A soul admitted to itself—

Finite infinity.
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It's quite long, so I'm just going to post a link, but I highly recommend this one. :]
"Wind kindles flame and shakes the treetops, but flame burns down trees."

"Wind, flame, and trees, huh? Doesn't that mean they definitely can't become friends?"

"I wonder about that..."

"But if the wind is too strong, it will put out flames and knock down trees..."
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