I am searching for new poetry. I will suggest a few to you, and I hope you can offer me some suggestions too....plz & ty "If" by Rudyard Kipling (recited by Roger Federer) "Leaves of Grass" Walt Whitman "A Dream Within A Dream" Poe "I Swear My Dear Son" Rumi "Ithaca" Cavafy (recited by Sean Connery) "I Carry Your Heart With Me" e.e. cummings...
"Leaves of Grass" is a collection of poetry, not a poem. But in any case, my favorite in that collection would be "Crossing Brooklyn Bridge" (I'm not certain that's the title, but I'm close. Might be Ferry instead of bridge, but oh well). As for other poems I enjoy... "pity this busy monster,manunkind" by e. e. cummings "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost "Burning the Christmas Greens" by William Carlos Williams "Burnt Norton" from "The Four Quartets" by T. S. Eliot "Facing It" by Yusef Komunyakaa "The Death of the Fathers by Anne Sexton I could go on, but I won't.
Thnx evil you are correct... My favorite is "Song of Myself" I'm going to check out all your suggestions. Thank you so much... I read a lot of Poe gigi. luv it!
What a coincidence that you ask this since it's National Poetry Month in the U.S. I love sharing some of my favorite poems, so here you go: The Day You Were Leaving by Madeline Defrees the lock stuck on the attic door, a bolt slipped into gear for the last act, the forked dark under the rafters closed on itself. I took to my bed, ice pack heavy on lids as shot driven through holes in the skull or weight slung from crossed winter limbs. Someone who put on my old voice from a drained throat said lines you wanted to hear. Smoke collapsed around hair that clung to the brush. Ash drifted sill and floor from trays left to please empty themselves, the days and the night you were leaving. Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey. It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again. Rowing by Anne Sexton [It's too long to post, but I highly recommend it. It's among my favorite go-to poems when I'm yearning to be understood, or just in my gloomy, existential mood.] What She Was Wearing by Denver Butson this is my suicide dress she told him I only wear it on days when I'm afraid I might kill myself if I don't wear it you've been wearing it every day since we met he said and these are my arson gloves so you don't set fire to something? he asked exactly and this is my terrorism lipstick my assault and battery eyeliner my armed robbery boots I'd like to undress you he said but would that make me an accomplice? and today she said I'm wearing my infidelity underwear so don't get any ideas and she put on her nervous breakdown hat and walked out the door [ ^ I just love that one. So cynical and witty.] The Visitor by Mary Oliver My father, for example, who was young once and blue-eyed, returns on the darkest of nights to the porch and knocks wildly at the door, and if I answer I must be prepared for his waxy face, for his lower lip swollen with bitterness. And so, for a long time, I did not answer, but slept fitfully between his hours of rapping. But finally there came the night when I rose out of my sheets and stumbled down the hall. The door fell open and I knew I was saved and could bear him, pathetic and hollow, with even the least of his dreams frozen inside him, and the meanness gone. And I greeted him and asked him into the house, and lit the lamp, and looked into his blank eyes in which at last I saw what a child must love, I saw what love might have done had we loved in time. The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice-- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do-- determined to save the only life you could save. [ ^ this one is my go-to poem when I'm seeking wisdom]
Please feel free. I'm almost finished with your list. I'm very impressed with you insight at 19 years of age. "Facing It" blown away!
I just discovered this beautiful poem - Neruda: I Like For You To Be Still It just kills me sweetly ..."I Do Not Love You" Dear God what are these words???
Yusef Komunyakaa presents a lot of powerful imagery in his poetry, that sure catches my mind haha. He's less known than he should be. As for other poems, I guess I could give a few more. "Prospice" by Robert Browning "The Wind Increases" by William Carlos Williams (Find it in its original, broken form) "Daddy" by Silvia Plath "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost "Sonnet 18" by William Shakespeare (Immortality through art ) "As I Walked Out One Evening" by W. H. Auden "I died for beauty - but was scarce..." by Emily Dickinson
Pretty nearly everything in Good Poetry, which was put together by Garrison Keillor. In particular, "The Vacation" by Wendell Berry, and "poetry reading" by Charles Bukowski, and "Sweater Weather" by Sharon Bryan, and "Success is counted sweetest" by Emily Dickinson, and "What I Learned from My Mother" by Julia Kasdorf, and "Masterworks of Ming" by Kay Ryan. And the list goes on and one and on. And anything by Keats. I'm currently in love with his poetry.