OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
-- Posted by Praise the Lard at 9:37 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
-- Posted by HatesYou at 9:37 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
Two words diverged in a yellow wood, and i, i took the one less traveled by. Robert Frost. Ah.
-- Posted by See Me Now at 9:37 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
I can't put the whole thing, but it truly is The Raven by edgar allen poe... amazing.
-- Posted by SovSull at 9:37 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
roses are red violets are blue this line does not rhyme this is also incongruent
-william chruchhills
-- Posted by ToodleWoodles at 9:37 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
heres my favorite poem:
By: Naomi Lynne (Thats me)
Fuck you, In the lightest day, It can't be anymore true, fuck you!
Thank you, thank you ur too kind.
haha I just now came up with that.
-- Posted by Charolastra at 9:38 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
one of them.
this is just to say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast.
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
-- Posted by iamsandy at 9:40 pm on Dec. 1, 2008
chinese poem
床前明月光， 疑是地上霜。 舉頭望明月， 低頭思故鄉。
-- Posted by fullmooncurse at 1:32 am on Dec. 2, 2008
If find a lot of poems online.
A car crashes. I wish I would have died in that wreck. Broken streetlights, sirens go by. A depressing scream for help that was answered too late. Glass scattered like those many nights I was broken. The constant pain in my heart reminds me, it's an emotional death in me. I hate who I've become. Drowning my pain and using others to ease the hurt. Pulsing scars. I pretend to be interested and take what you give. I want a liar, now say that you'll love me forever. A refused passenger sadistically shaking uncontrollably. Escape and run away destination error.... These hotel rooms reek of homesickness. As we sit here, Hostility! Words are like daggers that cut through, meaningless! Bleed for me and I'll show you how to break a fragile heart. .....whispering in your ear, "we're better 0ff alone my dear, we're better 0ff alone."
