Whats a good poem for 10 points..?

Question

whats a poem that talks about life.? 10 points for the best one.

Answer 1

I say give the ten to Maia3000.  

Answer 2

To touch the cup with eager lips and taste,not drain it;

To woo and tempt and court a bliss-and not attain it;

To fondle and caress a joy,yet hold it lightly,

Let it become necessity and cling too tightly;

To watch the sun set in the west without regretting;

To hail it's advent in the east-the night forgetting;

To smother care in happiness and grief in laughter;

To hold the present close--not questioning hereafter;

To have enough to share--to know the joy of giving;

To thrill with all the sweets of life--is living.

Answer 3

and what can i do wit the 10 points?

Answer 4

roses are dead,

violets are too,

sugar is sweet,

yet it rots just like you.

P.S.I made that when I was like rrreeaaalllyyy mad at someone.

Answer 5

Winter's Roads

by Ron Carnell

I cannot speak for all who stem

'Long roads less traveled as their way,

Nor question choices made by them

In days long past or nights long dim

by words they spoke and did not say.

Each road is long, though short it seems,

And credence gives each road a name

Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams

Or choices turned to darkened dreams,

To where each road wends just the same.

From North to South, then back again,

I followed birds like all the rest

Escaping nature's snowy den

On roads I've seen and places been,

Forsaking roads that traveled West.

This journey grows now to its end,

As road reflections lined in chrome

Give way to roads with greater bend

And empty signs that still pretend

They point the way to home sweet home.

But all roads lead to where we go

And where we go is where we've been,

So home is just a word we know,

That space in time most apropos

For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me,

Is still a choice we all must face

From day to day and endlessly,

To choose if home is going to be

Another road - or just a place.  



1916 Mountain Interval

The Road Not Taken

by 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 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.



Both of these poems mean alot to me, perhaps because of the roads I've traveled in life already and perhaps because of the road I still see ahead.

Answer 6

I kissed my cousin, I kissed my cousin,

Now I'll have to  be her husband.

Answer 7

One of my favourite poems :-)

Be Drunk - by Charles Baudelaire

   You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the

only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks

your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually

drunk.

But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be

drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of

a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,

drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,

the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything

that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is

singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and

wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be

drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be

continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

Charles Baudelaire