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Best ever poems?

The Hammer

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Premium Member
Greetings poetry lovers!

I hope your time with us here on the forum has been enjoyable.

It's a matter of personal taste as to which poems you feel are the "best" ever.

For what it is worth, try this list -

Top 50 Poems - Famous Poets and Poems

Please feel perfectly free to include your own!

Enjoy your day.

One of my favorites, and my mother's.

"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."

-Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
 

Yerda

Veteran Member
I think the following is my favourite poem:

Summer Farm (Norman MacCaig)
Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass
And hang zigzag on hedges. Green as glass
The water in the horse-trough shines.
Nine ducks go wobbling by in two straight lines.

A hen stares at nothing with one eye,
Then picks it up. Out of an empty sky
A swallow falls and, flickering through
The barn, dives up again into the dizzy blue.

I lie, not thinking, in the cool, soft grass,
Afraid of where a thought might take me—as
This grasshopper with plated face
Unfolds his legs and finds himself in space.

Self under self, a pile of selves I stand
Threaded on time, and with metaphysic hand
Lift the farm like a lid and see
Farm within farm, and in the centre, me.
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
Wirey issued a challenge to write a poem about "Enis".
My crowing achievement....

There once was a girl named Enis,
a harlot of a diff'rent genus.
With only one tooth,
& keeping it couth,
we'll keep what she can't do between us.
 

Sunstone

De Diablo Del Fora
Premium Member
When I was a freshman and sophomore at university, T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land did it for me. I read it at least once each evening for almost an entire academic year. But I hadn't read many poems back then. Today, I've come across just too many very good ones to have a clear favorite. But I do have favorite poets. Whitman, for instance.
 

The Hammer

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Premium Member
When I was a freshman and sophomore at university, T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land did it for me. I read it at least once each evening for almost an entire academic year. But I hadn't read many poems back then. Today, I've come across just too many very good ones to have a clear favorite. But I do have favorite poets. Whitman, for instance.

Whitman is a great poet.
 
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