[Pillbox Joe]

YES!!! What is your favorite poem(s)?

Here is my favorite poem, it's by Edgar Allan Poe and it's "The Conqueror Worm"

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poet...conqueror.html

Here are some more of my other favorites, though I don't like them quite as well as ^^^

[minstrels] what if a much of a which of a wind -- e. e. cummings
E E Cummings - "What if a much of a which of a wind"

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Shelley Percy - "Ozymandias"

Love Poetry: One day I wrote her name upon the strand
Edmund Spenser - "One day I wrote her name upon the strand"

Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe - "Alone"

I also like a lot of stuff by Robert Frost as well. Stuff I personally dislike: Stuff by Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson. It goes too far abstract for my taste and maybe it's just over my head, or maybe they are thinking too laterally for the average person? Dunno. Either way, share poems. Moar!

[Petegiz]

the tell tale heart for the win

[Pillbox Joe]

Originally Posted by Petegiz

the tell tale heart for the win

That's a short story, but I like it as well. It's like a Hitchcock story on steroids.

[Petegiz]

my bad, but yea i like a lot of frosts stuff, ill go with Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening as my fav

[thebluerider]

I like Poe's stuff the best, but I enjoyed Ode on a Grecian Urn by Keats when I read it in high school.

[USS_Logic]

The Raven - EAP

[Zanbato]

Kind of generic, but this always struck me.
Frost - The road not taken.

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 on 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.

[Jubacat]

Anything by Robert Service or Pushkin.