Post Your Poem

Hello everyone

I'm sure we all enjoy a good poem
I thought it would be nice for us to post a poem we like, that we have either heard on a movie, tv, read in a book, heard from someone or wrote ourselves.

I will start.

"Eldorado" by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old--
This knight so bold--
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be--
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied--
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

The lady of shalott- Alfred Lord Tennyson

PART I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
Round about Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

Underneath the bearded barley,
The reaper, reaping late and early,
Hears her ever chanting cheerly,
Like an angel, singing clearly,
O'er the stream of Camelot.
Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,
Beneath the moon, the reaper weary
Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,
Lady of Shalott.'

The little isle is all inrail'd
With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd
With roses: by the marge unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,
Skimming down to Camelot.
A pearl garland winds her head:
She leaneth on a velvet bed,
Full royally apparelled,
The Lady of Shalott.

PART II

No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmed web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be;
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

She lives with little joy or fear.
Over the water, running near,
The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.
Before her hangs a mirror clear,
Reflecting tower'd Camelot.
And as the mazy web she whirls,
She sees the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot:
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed;
`I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott.

I love The Lady of Shalott

I liked both of the poems. This on know is more to real life.


My favorite one (in English) but I don't know for sure who wrote it, I suppose a friend of mine.

And though you saw a crumbling house
I saw a strong foundation.
And when you thought to give it up,
my heart knew lamentation.
Always there for you I was
and with it you saw fault,
though I hope you are happy now,
I'm sad I'm not the cause.
Not even a second chance for me?
No standing at the door?
Well, if friends is all my love can bring,
then friends forever more.

Thats a pretty one.

A Poison Tree a poem by William Blake



I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

I like it! And your avatar makes it all the more meaningful.

The trouble with a kitten is that,
one day it grows into a cat.
-Ogden Nash


If you hear a panther, don't anther.
-Ogden Nash

I'm particularly fond of the second one.

Love both!

A True Friend ..
is hard to find..
And you can lose your mind,
.. But once their found,
Look around, Your heart will
... open wide. A True Friend,..
you can confide,
They may even misguide,

... But if their true, Then don't be blue,
Cos you can kick their hide!
A True Friend you can abide,
As you are allied, But don't cry,
They wont defy,
They have probably complied.
U send me this , and u have it back

Your Kind of Friendship
It takes more than caring
To be a real friend;
... The nature of friendship;
Requires a blend
Of warmest compassion
And love deep and true
To reach and to comfort
The way that you do.
Because I can see
That your kind of friendship
Is priceless to me.
Wishing you a lovely evening my friend

Those two are really good! Did you write them, Krissy?

nope. found them online.