Favourite poems
 

okay people, what are your favourite poems? :D

Mine's got to be:

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

A verse by Rudyard Kipling


:D :D :D :D

I don't have some ...
Or maybe one or two in french, so i think its not very interesting for you all ... :)

johnny johnny
yes papa
eating sugar
:mad: :mad: :cry: for got the linee..hehehe :lol:

actually i like poetries of jimmy morrison..& enroumos"s sucseed is also good...

Too long to post here, but mine is "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe


Everyone's heard of it anyway!
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VOLVO V70 HISTORY

My favourites are from Monty Python;

A Short Poem

Po.

Horace

Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this his Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a boy no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his
They ate it - that's what haggis is.

This next one isn't really a poem, more of a song;

Lumberjack Song

I'm a lumberjack
And I'm O.K.
I sleep all night
And I work all day.

I cut down trees
I eat my lunch
I go to the lavatory
On Wednesday I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea.

I cut down trees
I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

I cut down trees
I wear high heels
Suspenders and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear Pappa.

i like the first one :lol: :lol:

Great choice Laura..I love Poe. :D

i like him too :D

I actually got my students into him. I am excited about that. :D They are still pretty young, so that is an accomplishment. :D

:D my english teacher got me into john steinbeck, i really like him now :D