A Poem Thread

Annabel Lee
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
 
A Telling Poem

writing and spelling
growing and swelling
clearing and felling
shouting and yelling
uprising and welling
bombarding and shelling
conquering and quelling
cooling and gelling
buying and selling
showing and telling
 
arfa brane said:
A Telling Poem

writing and spelling
growing and swelling
clearing and felling
shouting and yelling
uprising and welling
bombarding and shelling
conquering and quelling
cooling and gelling
buying and selling
showing and telling
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and ultimately smelling

:)
 
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wegs said:
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Somehow you managed to cut and paste a (nice) poem and yet it still has a typo:)

I checked the original poem and from the source that I checked it at least, there was no typo. The typo in the one you posted is "you fingertips" rather than "your fingertips":)

I hope the hurricane winds and rain in your area aren't too bad tonight.
 
Seattle said:
Somehow you managed to cut and paste a (nice) poem and yet it still has a typo:)

I checked the original poem and from the source that I checked it at least, there was no typo. The typo in the one you posted is "you fingertips" rather than "your fingertips":)

I hope the hurricane winds and rain in your area aren't too bad tonight.
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Gah! Good catch!

And, the gusty winds and incessant rain for hours is a little concerning, but hoping it remains a tropical storm, and doesn’t sneak into a hurricane.
 
(once like a spark)

if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully,once
if strangers(who
deep our most are
selves)touch
forever

(and so to dark)

ee cummings
 
wegs said:
(once like a spark)

if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully,once
if strangers(who
deep our most are
selves)touch
forever

(and so to dark)

ee cummings
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I have to say I don't get "who deep our most are selves".
 
Seattle said:
I have to say I don't get "who deep our most are selves".
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I wonder if it's a play on words and we are to shift the words in our minds to read ''who deep are most our selves.'' It stirs in me the truth that when we are our most authentic selves, then we can have the most authentic friendships, relationships, etc.
 
wegs said:
I wonder if it's a play on words and we are to shift the words in our minds to read ''who deep are most our selves.'' It stirs in me the truth that when we are our most authentic selves, then we can have the most authentic friendships, relationships, etc.
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I agree with the sentiment of the overall poem and you are probably right about that phrase as well. It's been a while since I've read a lot of poems.
 
Haiku?

Is an incomplete
haiku still a haiku or
what . . .

Stoned haiku

I carve stone haikus
Immeasurable years pass
Some are erased . . .
 
The setting sun
Sets in the West
The setting sun
I like the best

The rising sun
Rises in the East
The rising sun
I like the least

Michael345

:)
 
Moon

The Moon in the Sky
It pleases my eye

To stand again on the shore
Of the Sea of Tranquility
And tame as before
Its barren sterility

We take more than million
Of those One Small Steps
Nay a trillion
Of our frail footsteps

Magnificent Desolation
We call the view
And the name of our station
For housing our crew

:)
 
"Drink deep, drink deep of quietness,
And on the margins of the sea
Remember not thine old distress
Nor all the miseries to be.
Calmer than mists, and cold
As they, that fold on fold
Up the dim valley are rolled,
Learn thou to be.”

― Robinson Jeffers
 
“You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness

to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.”

― David Whyte
 
“Love, be
mystical

as the flickering
blue flame
of night

as the fully-awoken
moon

beneath cobwebs
of passing clouds

amidst chanting
high-tides

fuzzy,
as my blanket

big enough
to illuminate a hundred
thousand billion galaxies

and just small enough to fit
into my embrace.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
 
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