Last poem you read that meant something to you?

[lovelyreader21]

What was the last poem you read that actually meant something to you?

[Charlene]

It's a sonnet by William Shakespeare. Not sure if sonnets count but it's "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun". We read it on english class and i like it because it's unique.

[wild dreamer]

Actually it was a poem written by william wordsworth on nature. it really teaches me the value of life.

[fifthmayfly]

I have all of Emily Dickinson, so many small poems, but the one that hit me the hardest lately was Tulips by Sylvia Plath. I love after you read it a few times how it "clicks" and makes so much more sense all of a sudden.

[martha]

I wrote this a while ago then went back to read it after I forgot it. But I liked it which is why I wrote it this way.


Wish

I will make a wish on a fish, no really a pearl.
I’ll get what I want on a whirl.
After my wish on it, this I will hurl
It back to the earth
To watch my wish come back to me.
Maybe it will roll back into the Sea so all the fish will
See just how my wish came back to me.

[AEJ82]

If by Rudyard Kipling

[scottyboy12]

Its a spoken word poem but it always touches my heart; To This Day by Shane Koyczan

[The Bad ass Poet]

An Irish airman forsees his death lovely poem the words are impeccable
I know that I shall meet my fate
Some where among the clouds above
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;

[PashaRu]

Reminds me of...

An Irish Prayer

May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

[teacher_jane1]

I just got married, and gave a hand-done calligraphy of this poem to my mother-in-law as our gift to her. It's been a great reminder to me at the beginning of my married life that the things I'm going to pour my life into--children and family--are by their very nature going to change and move on past me, and I can't expect them to stay the same around me.

Mother of the Groom

by Seamus Heaney

–

What she remembers

Is his glistening back

In the bath, his small boots

in the ring of boots at her feet.

–

Hands in her voided lap,

she hears a daughter welcomed.

It’s as if he kicked when lifted

and slipped her soapy hold.

–

Once soap would ease off

the wedding ring

that’s bedded forever now

in her clapping hand.

[debbiebee]

Remembrance, by Christina Rossetti, which contains the lovely line 'Far better that you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad.'

[Melissa_B]

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Don't know why but there's something special about the words in this one; it's almost magical.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Do you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You nay kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise.

[teacher_jane1]

One of my former students (5th) recited that in a competition a few weeks ago! It was amazing. Good choice!

-- 14 Apr 2015, 11:29 --

(5th grade, I mean)

[zeldas_lullaby]

Reminds me of...

An Irish Prayer

May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

HA HA! Oh, don't give me that kind of power, I'd abuse it.

-- 14 Apr 2015, 20:25 --

I like the poems in Susan Cooper's series about the Dark is Rising. About three of the books open with poems that are really cool. I know a little for memory...

When the dark comes rising, six shall turn it back...
Three from the circle, three from the track.
Wood, bronze, iron, water, fire stone,
Five shall return, and one go alone.

[Jesska6029]

"The Hangman" by Maurice Ogden. This poem gives me chills every time.