What's your favorite poem?

Question

Who is it by? why do you like it?

Answer 1

"If" by Rudyard Kipling.

Great counsel for both growing up and living life.

Answer 2

My fave poem is "The road not taken", by Robert frost.

I think its my fave poem because it makes me think of the life that I've been living and if I took the road less traveled or did I follow everybody else down that same road. It put perspective on the way I judge my own life.

Answer 3

I don't remember who it's by, but it's the one where people suddenly stop asking useless questions.

Answer 4

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''WALKING NEXT DAY UPON THE FATAL SHORE"

from THE ATHEIST'S TRAGEDY by CYRIL TOURNEUR

WALKING next day upon the fatal shore,

Among the slaughtered bodies of our men

Which the full-stomached sea had cast upon

The sands, it was my unhappy chance to light

Upon a face, whose favour when it lived,

My astonished mind informed me I had seen.

He lay in's armour, as if that had been

His coffin; and the weeping sea, like one

Whose milder temper doth lament the death

Of him whom in his rage he slew, runs up

The shore, embraces him, kisses his cheek,

Goes back again, and forces up the sands

To bury him, and every time it parts

Sheds tears upon him, till at last (as if

It could no longer endure to see the man

Whom it had slain, yet loath to leave him) with

A kind of unresolved unwilling pace,

Winding her waves one in another, like

A man that folds his arms or wrings his hands

For grief, ebbed from the body, and descends

As if it would sink down into the earth,

And hide itself for shame of such a deed.

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Answer 5

The RAVEN by Edgar Allen Poe :D

Answer 6

nothing gold can stay,

robert frost

natures first green is gold

her hardest hue to hold

her early leafs a flower

but only so an hour

then leaf subsides to leaf

as eden sank to grief

so dawn goes down today

nothing gold can stay

or

the road not taken

robert frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  

And sorry I could not travel both  

And be one traveler, long I stood  

And looked down one as far as I could  

To where it bent in the undergrowth;        

  

Then took the other, as just as fair,  

And having perhaps the better claim,  

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  

Though as for that the passing there  

Had worn them really about the same,        

  

And both that morning equally lay  

In leaves no step had trodden black.  

Oh, I kept the first for another day!  

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,  

I doubted if I should ever come back.        

  

I shall be telling this with a sigh  

Somewhere ages and ages hence:  

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—  

I took the one less traveled by,  

And that has made all the difference.

i love robert frost