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"A tempest threw a rainbow in my face" [AKA] The Poetry Thread

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I like poetry! :D

So I want to know if you do to! :)

Share your favorite poems cause I would love to read them! :D

"Jabberwocky"

by Lewis Carroll

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

 

 

 

For some reason this is just my favorite.

Anette, does your costum user title have anything to do with copernicium, formerly known as ununbium?

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roses are red

violets are blue

im schizophrenic

and so am i

 

That didn't even rhyme! :rolleyes:

:uhoh: No.. it's the noise that a dolphin makes.

 

Oh, okay.

deep in the forest

18 got lost

but 19 went searching

no matter the cost

through brushes and trees

fighting beetles and bees

19 grew weary of crossing with ease

18 was somewhere just miles ahead

but 19 soon realized that 18 was dead

 

wrote this my 19th birthday

im 23 now

deep in the forest

18 got lost

but 19 went searching

no matter the cost

through brushes and trees

fighting beetles and bees

19 grew weary of crossing with ease

18 was somewhere just miles ahead

but 19 soon realized that 18 was dead

 

wrote this my 19th birthday

im 23 now

 

That's just plain weird.

I read one today that was really sweet. Perhaps cheesy? I don't know.

 

 

 

 

To Harriet, by P. B. Shelley.

 

WHOSE is the love that, gleaming through the world,

Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?

Whose is the warm and partial praise,

Virtue's most sweet reward?

 

Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul

Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow?

Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on,

And loved mankind the more?

 

Harriet! on thine:--thou wert my purer mind;

Thou wert the inspiration of my song; 10

Thine are these early wilding flowers,

Though garlanded by me.

 

Then press into thy breast this pledge of love;

And know, though time may change and years may roll,

Each floweret gathered in my heart

It consecrates to thine.

 

 

Yes, copy and paste. :lol:

 

 

The Best Poem Ever Written

 

 

 

I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it-----

 

A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,

My right foot

 

A paperweight,

My featureless, fine

Jew linen.

 

Peel off the napkin

O my enemy.

Do I terrify?-------

 

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day.

 

Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me

 

And I a smiling woman.

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

 

This is Number Three.

What a trash

To annihilate each decade.

 

What a million filaments.

The Peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see

 

Them unwrap me hand and foot ------

The big strip tease.

Gentleman , ladies

 

These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,

 

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

The first time it happened I was ten.

It was an accident.

 

The second time I meant

To last it out and not come back at all.

I rocked shut

 

As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

 

Dying

Is an art, like everything else.

I do it exceptionally well.

 

I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I've a call.

 

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.

It's easy enough to do it and stay put.

It's the theatrical

 

Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:

 

'A miracle!'

That knocks me out.

There is a charge

 

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart---

It really goes.

 

And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

 

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.

 

I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby

 

That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

 

Ash, ash---

You poke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

 

A cake of soap,

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.

 

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

 

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air .

 

What's a jabberwocky? :thinking:

the words in that poem can't be found in the dictionary, it's all made up. so they don't really have a meaning, hence the title.

roses are red

violets are blue

im schizophrenic

and so am i

 

MPD =/= schizophrenia. Plz do ur rsrch

deep in the forest

18 got lost

but 19 went searching

no matter the cost

through brushes and trees

fighting beetles and bees

19 grew weary of crossing with ease

18 was somewhere just miles ahead

but 19 soon realized that 18 was dead

 

wrote this my 19th birthday

im 23 now

 

Brilliant. :awesome:

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