Do you have a favorite poem?

That is hard because poetry comes in seasonal waves/ emotional seasons for me. It is much like music, a language of the heart.

I also always get kind of confused because do people mean secular poetry or do they consider The Book Of Psalms in the Holy Bible poetry ... or other religious-like text (thinking Rumi)?

I know I haven't answer your question even after sitting on it for awhile. BUT If I had to pick just one poem to last me for the rest of my life it would be one that I learned as a child as it is still near and dear to my heart no matter the season nor what age I am:

Psalm 23 King James Version

 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Do you have a favorite of all time poem, or poet?

Hello anon, let it be said that my poetry days were mostly in high school. I studied a lot of poetry and loved it, but since then I kinda stopped (and would definitely love to get back into it). My favourite poem of all time is Canto Notturno Di Un Pastore Errante Dell'Asia by Giacomo Leopardi. The Italians reading this are probably rolling their eyes because this is the depressed poet™ (we are talking about the guy who invented cosmic pessimism), but hear me out. This poem hit me in the guts when I first read it as a teen, very similarly to what Frankenstein by Mary Shelly did for me more or less at the same time. This poem put to words feelings I had but couldn't conceptualize at the time, it made me feel understood and somehow comforted, even though it's not a comforting poem. But to me it was because I realized what I was living emotionally wasn't due to the fact that I had something wrong with me, I felt less alone, someone worded these emotions centuries before I was even born and that made me feel a little less cold. I have a deep emotional attachment to it as you can tell, and it's not super easy to explain but I hope I managed!

Thank you for your question anon! (If you have some poetry recs please let me know as I am trying to get back the genre as I said)

Keep me company with an ask!!

Phantasmagorical

out of all the poems of written this one is definitely my favourite. It’s just and acrostic poem using a random word that I like, it’s simple but still my favourite.

Places that were once buzzing with activity. Hollow and empty, abandoned to the elements. A lonely walk through such places Never feels truly lonely. The empty rooms, the grimy windows, the gaps in the ceilings, All conducts a presence faded & old but not gone. Souls of forgotten places, Masked by dirt and mold, the broken glass and rotting wood. A place once loved and cared for, Gone are those who cared and gave it purpose. Only walls are left, unkept unclean. Rain and are the last caretakers. I wonder why you left. Could I have made you stay? All alone, the trees and wind, my only friends. Long are my nights and days, but still I wait.

Phantasmagorical

[fan-taz-muh-gawr-i-kuhl] Adjective 1. Having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination 2. Having the appearance of an optical illusion, especially on produced my magic lantern 3. Changing or shifting, as a scene made up of many elements

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Hello darling, sorry about that.

                                                       Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we

lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell

                                    and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.

to

Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.

                                                  Quit milling around the yard and come inside.

(both quotes from Richard Siken’s ‘Litany in which Certain Things are Crossed Out’)

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

e.e. cummings, “in the rain” (from Tulips), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “a single star is uttered,and i

think           of you”]

my favourite poems by ... Anna Akhmatova

I Taught Myself To Live Simply

Everything

Requiem

The Sentence

In Human Closeness There ...

I Wrung My Hands

Last Toast

The Guest

I Was Born In The Right Time

You'll Live, But I'll Not

For Osip Mandelstam

In Dream

Muse

You Will Hear Thunder

To The Many

do yall know about this

do u guys know the poem about the butch strip club?

akhil katyal

fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

[text id: i want to embrace you so closely that our bodies would become one.]

-Miriella Marie

When many people don’t even bother to read you when they pick you up, but only wish to look at your pretty pictures, we value the ones who choose to read us from cover to cover, relishing each paragraph and page, folding the corners of their favourite pages of us, not wanting to put us down. I cherish the ones who chose me to be their favourite book.

An older spoken word I redid. Please click on image to hear me speak.

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