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Hi, I love this poem, always have...Anyone else have a fondness for this poem, or another that you identify with most? If you do not know of this poem, it is supposedly written back in the 16th century by monks(or so it goes).. It guides us toward inner peace with oneself, to not compare yourself with others, that we all belong here on this earth, just like the moon and the stars..we have a right to be here..it is beautiful and simply stated.......Peace......

I was always more of an "Everything I Need To Know In Life I Learned In Kindergarden" kind of guy. Poems usually freak me out.

Hi, Yes, that is another good one..was that from Robert Fulghum?

For the longest time I had a large print copy of that poem framed up in my room.

Would you believe I had to read that poem in English class this year?

One word that stands out in my mind is "donate." If I could "donate" money to the Red Cross for example, that would show that I am an active participant in life. All the more reason for me to appreciate it.

The thought of giving blood is nice, but how I would feel when I would give that blood is frightening -- very tired.

I almost got involved in a few physical activities during my years of schooling. However, they all fell through. There could be many more opportunities in my life. I should take them, and enjoy life all I can. You never know when life will end for you.

I like Invictus by William Ernest Henley and every poem ever written by Shel Silverstein.

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

---Sylvia Plath

I love Kipling!

How Fear Came

The stream is shrunk -- the pool is dry,
And we be comrades, thou and I;
With fevered jowl and dusty flank
Each jostling each along the bank;
And, by one drouthy fear made still,
Forgoing thought of quest or kill.
Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see,
The lean Pack-wolf as cowed as he,
And the tall buck, unflinching, note
The fangs that tore his father's throat.
The pools are shrunk -- the streams are dry,
And we be s, thou and I,
Till yonder cloud -- Good Hunting! -- loose
The rain that breaks our Water Truce.

I love the poem "Porphyria's Lover" by Robert Browning, it's just so dark and yet romantic in a twisted sort of way, and so much more interesting than most others that I studied in school.

Hmm. I can't figure out what my favorite poet or poem is. Poetry was one of those things that I grew up by as a kid. I would always love to read poems and write freestyle poems. I could never get into the whole rhyming thing. Anyways, I guess my favorite poet has definately got to be Rober Frost and my favorite poem probably will have to be "The Road Less Traveled By".

And see you marks that show and fade,
Like shadows on the Downs?
0 they are the lines the Flint Men made,
To guard their wondrous towns.

This poem by Edgar Allan Poe I'm quite fond of:

I like the National Lampoon version "Deteriorata" There are several versions out there, I'll try to link to one.
[url]www.savageresearch.com/humor/deteriorata.html[url]
Anyway, it should be easy to find.