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Subject: Post your favorite poems!

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Hey there, Flood.

Use this thread as an opportunity to share your favorite works of literary art which use the aesthetic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.

Due to the rather crude nature of the Flood, I don't see this becoming very popular.

Invictus - William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Walt Whitman - Oh Me! Oh Life!

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurringWhat good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here.
That life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

No doubt most of you have read these before, but I thought I would share with those who haven't. I highly encourage you to post some of your, perhaps rather unheralded, favorites.

  • 01.04.2013 6:35 PM PDT

I like to play Reach for fun. I hate MLG, campers, armor lock, and team killers because they ruin that fun. Deal with it.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I suck at poetry,
Show me your tits.

  • 01.04.2013 6:35 PM PDT

Posted by: Falcon Saber
I like how your sub box is full of science and political videos but your recommendations are full of anime girls kissing each other.

Just Zoid being Zoid ^_^

*doesn't have favorite poem*

  • 01.04.2013 6:35 PM PDT
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This is Flood haiku
Just filling up space right here
Super awesome tale

  • 01.04.2013 6:36 PM PDT
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We all wear masks and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin.

I would, but the format would get messed up.

  • 01.04.2013 6:39 PM PDT

Why don't we just share the hill?

Not a poem but Lil Wayne is a lyrical genius.


Imma -blam!- Wit Money [x3]
And I Don't Love Dat -blam!-

I Tell Er -blam!-, -blam!-, -blam!-, -blam!- Make Me Rich
Imma -blam!- Wit Money
And I Don't Love Dat -blam!-

[Verse 1:]
Yea, Backpack Full Of Stacks All The -blam!-es Love Me
Don't Compare To These Rappers Im On A Diff'rent Budget

I Ain't Even Gotta Practice Never Gettin Rusty
No I Ain't Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me

The Paper Bag Brown Wit Durty Green Money
The Bank Acount Good Full Of Clean Money


Read more: LIL WAYNE - -blam!- WIT MONEY LYRICS

  • 01.04.2013 6:40 PM PDT

Roses are blue,
Violets are red.
This poem makes no sense.
Cheese on toast.

  • 01.04.2013 6:41 PM PDT

My troll sense is tingling.

Feel like I'll be one of the few to take this cereal.

  • 01.04.2013 6:41 PM PDT
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Roses are red
or sometimes white
...
I forgot
where I was going with this

  • 01.04.2013 6:42 PM PDT
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Give me your hat
Send me some shoes
I'll pay you no rent
You won't get no clues

  • 01.04.2013 6:43 PM PDT


Posted by: McNut117

Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

This one is actually one of my favorites.

  • 01.04.2013 6:46 PM PDT

Roses are red
lemons are sour
spread your legs
and give me an hour

or

Roses are red
violets are blue
take off your pants
and let me -blam!- you

  • 01.04.2013 6:49 PM PDT
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Miss Susie had a steamboat
The steamboat had a bell
(ding ding)
Miss Susie went to heaven
The steamboat went to...
Hello operator
please give me number nine
And if you don't
I'll chop off your...
Behind the 'frigerator
There was a piece of glass
Miss Susie fell upon it
And broke her little...
Ask me no more questions
Tell me no more lies
The boys are in the bathroom
Zipping up their...
Flies are in the meadow
The bees are in the park
Miss Susie and her boyfriend
Are kissing in the...
D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark

  • 01.04.2013 6:50 PM PDT

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Posted by: Murcielago00
Miss Susie had a steamboat
The steamboat had a bell
(ding ding)
Miss Susie went to heaven
The steamboat went to...
Hello operator
please give me number nine
And if you don't
I'll chop off your...
Behind the 'frigerator
There was a piece of glass
Miss Susie fell upon it
And broke her little...
Ask me no more questions
Tell me no more lies
The boys are in the bathroom
Zipping up their...
Flies are in the meadow
The bees are in the park
Miss Susie and her boyfriend
Are kissing in the...
D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark
Thanks a lot for posting this - I'd forgotten about it. Brings back old happy memories.

  • 01.04.2013 6:58 PM PDT

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But Liquor is quicker."

  • 01.04.2013 7:20 PM PDT
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Media nox obscura nox
Crudelitas animarum
Campana sonat
Duo decies

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

  • 01.04.2013 7:32 PM PDT

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|| Average Joe ||

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I've got a gun.
Get in the van.

But seriously, I stopped "liking" poems when studying English Literature at A-level killed all reading for me. Way to over-analyse, seriously.

However, I've tried my hand at writing fanfic poems, and my best has to be "Reach: A Poem".

  • 01.04.2013 7:36 PM PDT

Don't worry, you're still your mom's favorite Bnet member.

Edgar Allen Poe; The Raven

  • 01.04.2013 7:38 PM PDT

Do you like haikus?
Because I like them also
Refrigerator

  • 01.04.2013 7:38 PM PDT
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Posted by: McNut117

Posted by: Murcielago00
Miss Suzie had a steamboat...
Thanks a lot for posting this - I'd forgotten about it. Brings back old happy memories.
I know, right?

Good times were had.

  • 01.04.2013 7:41 PM PDT

The Bells

Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

  • 01.04.2013 7:45 PM PDT