What is your favorite poem?

Dawn by Paul Laurence Dunbar. It's in my literature book.

Here is the poem. It's very short.

An angel, robed in

spotless white,

Bent down and kissed the

sleeping Night.

Night woke to blush,

the sprite was gone.

Men saw the blush and

called it Dawn.

I also like Stars by Sara Teasdale, also in my literature book.

Alone in the night

On a dark hill

With pines around me

Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars

Over my head,

White and topaz

And misty red,

Myriads with beating

Hearts of fire,

That aeons

Cannot vex or tire,

Up the dome of heaven

Like a great hill,

I watched them marching

Stately and still,

And I know that I

Am honored to be

Witness

Of so much majesty.

L'Allegro, IL Penseroso - John Milton

Kubla Khan - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Don Juan - Lord Byron

Childe Roland - Robert Browning

The Tyger - William Blake

Song (Catch a Falling Star) - John Donne

Delight in Disorder - Robert Herrick

Loviest of Trees, the Cherry - A. E. Housman

Really, this stuff is all over the internet.

http://www.urich.edu/~creamer/milton/etexts.html

http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/poem...

http://englishhistory.net/byron/poetry.html

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/37.html

http://www.online-literature.com/blake/

http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/donnebib....

http://emule.com/poetry/?page=overview;author=7

http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~martinh/poems/h...

My favorite Poem or poet is and are The Raven And Edgar Allan Poe i think that he is a very good poem ive got the book of stories and poems hes a good poet to look in to as well as Shakesphere Well good luck on you assingment

Well, I'm a little biased...

At it depends on what kind of mood I'm in at the time...

ISLAND OF ISOLATION

Door slams shut.

Heels clicking,

Echoing down the driveway.

Gears grind.

Tires squeal,

Rubber burns.

Mother is gone.

Father is alone.

And so am I.

Train rolls on by.

Whistle blows.

Hear a child,

That doesn't cry.

Anymore.

Pain burns so deep.

Can't find it.

No more.

Silently weep.

Tears must keep.

On the inside.

Now Mother's here.

And Father's there.

A child they share,

Apart.

Tear apart.

Tug of war,

On the heart.

Family feud.

Feed the child the ammunition.

Mother's always so fair.

But Father doesn't care.

A child lost,

A child tossed.

Upon the waves,

To the islands shore.

Island of isolation.

Copyright © 1993 by A~

All rights reserved.

Well I have two but one of them is a very tough poem to understand.

My favorite is The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, but unless you want to really delve into a poem, it isnt a good poem for school. Scholars spend their entire lives analyzing that poem.

I would recommend Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost. It was used in the movie The Outsiders. Very beautiful and easy to understand. If you have questions write me! C.

We' Go No More A Roving by George Gordon, Lord Byron

SO, we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we'll go no more a-roving

By the light of the moon.

Emily Dickinson is somewhat morbid, but I like her poems a lot. Maybe you should try some of her stuff. John Keats wrote some good stuff too. Edwin Arlington Robinson wrote a poem called "Richard Cory." It's about a man who has so much money that people people are envious of him and hateful towards him. He ends up committing suicide because he didn't have one of the few things money can't buy--true friendship.

Of all the poems I've read this is my favorite. Its by Anne Bradstreet - To my dear and loving husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such that rivers cannot quench,

Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay,

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so persevere

That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Abu Ben Adam, may his tribe increase

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace

And saw, within the moonlight of his room

Making it rich, like a lily in bloom

An angel writing in a book of gold.

Exceeding peace had made Abu Ben Adam bold

And to the presence in his room he said

' What writest thou?'

The vision raised its head

And with a look of all sweet accord Answered:

'The names of those who love the Lord.

'And is mine one?' said Abu.

'Nay not so' Replied the Angel

Abu spoke more low

But cheerily still and said

'I pray thee then Write me as one that loves his fellow-men'

The angel wrote and vanished.

The next night it came again with awaking light

And showed the names of whom love of God had blessed.

And lo! Ben Adam's name led all the rest.

Allen Poe was one of the best Poets of America, and he was born in Boston. I never get bored with his work.

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?" (from The Premature Burial, 1844)

...

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-time, I lie down by the side

Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

(from 'Annabel Lee', 1849)