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I really enjoy reading poems and wanted to start a fresh thread of other writers poems that we enjoy.. Please post whatever poems you all enjoy.. As I will post one I saw today in the local paper..

 

A Strong Woman Versus A Woman Of Strength

 

 

A strong woman works out every day

to keep her body in shape

but a woman of strength looks deep inside

to keep her soul in shape

A strong woman isn't afraid

of anything

but a woman of strength shows courage

in the midst of her fear

A strong woman won't let anyone

get the best of her

but a woman of strength gives the best

of her to everyone

A strong woman makes mistakes

and avoids the same in the future

but a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes

can also be blessings and capitalizes on them

A strong woman walks

sure footedly

but a woman of strength knows

when to ask for help

A strong woman wears the look

of confidence on her face

but a woman of strength

wears grace

A strong woman has faith

that she is strong enough for the journey

but a woman of strength has faith

that it is in the journey that she will become strong

 

Arthur Unknown

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Very true and interesting Bootsie, I like it. :)

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The most beautiful piece I know is more prose that poetry but it has been on the wall of every room or home I have had since I was 16 years of age... The Desiderata. As a philosophy for life it cannot be challenged

 

 

The Desiderata

 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself to others you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself, especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture the strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be; and whatever the labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace within your soul. With all its shams, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

 

Max Ehrmann

1927

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I also adore flying... so High Flight has also accompanied me in my life

 

High Flight

 

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and

swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue

I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew.

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

The high untresspassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr

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Liked all poems but it didnt work! will like them when it decides i havent used it enough....

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This one makes me smile:

Warning

 

 

 

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.

 

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

 

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

 

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

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My favorite, personally, is The Road Less Travelled by Robert Frost. It made me think a lot in sophomore year when I was going through a tough time with a friend.

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First time reading this poem back in grade school, It was also the first time I got interested with poems.

This poem is called "The Quarrel" written by Eleanor Farjeon

 

 

I quarreled with my brother,

I don’t know what about,

One thing led to another

And somehow we fell out.

The start of it was slight,

The end of it was strong,

He said he was right,

I knew he was wrong!

We hated one another.

The afternoon turned black.

Then suddenly my brother

Thumped me on the back,

And said, “Oh, come on!

We can’t go on all night—

I was in the wrong.”

So he was in the right.

 

 

Edited by Hintkin
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First time reading this poem back in grade school, It was also the first time I got interested with poems.

This poem is called "The Quarrel" written by Eleanor Farjeon

 

 

I quarreled with my brother,

I don’t know what about,

One thing led to another

And somehow we fell out.

The start of it was slight,

The end of it was strong,

He said he was right,

I knew he was wrong!

We hated one another.

The afternoon turned black.

Then suddenly my brother

Thumped me on the back,

And said, “Oh, come on!

We can’t go on all night—

I was in the wrong.”

So he was in the right.

 

 

 

That was some poem Hinty, will look out for this writer as I have never heard of her before. :blush2:

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That was some poem Hinty, will look out for this writer as I have never heard of her before. :blush2:

 

just click on the link below the poem. You can see the poem and about the author there, too. One of my favorite English poems.:)

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just click on the link below the poem. You can see the poem and about the author there, too. One of my favorite English poems. :)

You know I was just looking her up on Google and I really liked her piece The Week After, it was a bit melancholy but it was nice.

An interesting woman by all accounts and a children's writer too - thanks for the heads up Hinty. :)

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You know I was just looking her up on Google and I really liked her piece The Week After, it was a bit melancholy but it was nice.

An interesting woman by all accounts and a children's writer too - thanks for the heads up Hinty. :)

 

You're welcome :)

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My favorite, personally, is The Road Less Travelled by Robert Frost. It made me think a lot in sophomore year when I was going through a tough time with a friend.

 

Interesting choice and a great poem for anyone who takes an alternative route in life or feels they may have even fell by the wayside :)

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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

 

by E. E. Cummings

 

 

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

 

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

 

or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

 

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

 

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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This is one from me...

 

Where are you going to?

 

Where are you going to? I bet you think at times,

And where will this journey end, what more will you find?

Where are all the answers to the questions that you ask?

Will you ever make it through, what seems such a great task?

 

What are you discovering, as you go upon this trip?

Where on earth did this come from and can I keep a grip?

And what if I find answers to these things that cause me strife?

Is this the way to get through things and find a different life?

 

I'll tell you what I think of you, I'll tell you that you're brave,

I'll tell you that what you have done, will help you and will save

More heartbreak on your journey, much less pain in the end,

As you go down roads you want to do; not someone else's bend.

 

You've come so far with all of this, just look what you have done,

You've been through hell and back with this, but still you've carried on,

You've dealt with things that were not your fault, you've really made progress,

You've braved the slings and arrows on your way to happiness.

 

The changes that have come to you, have not all been ideal,

And yet you've faced them one by one, through all the pain you feel,

You've looked at this and sorted that, just look at who you are,

You're building up a whole new life; the birth of a new star.

 

For though these things have troubled you, you never once complained,

You tried your best to see them through, and then you tried again,

But some things never will work out, because of other's ways,

So now, at last, you're working on good-bye's to yesterdays.

 

Please do try to remember this, whenever you feel sad,

Remember all that you've achieved, even when it's bad,

And keep in mind one great big fact, a fact that is so true,

Don't do all this for others; Do it because you're YOU!

 

me 7/5/1999

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Interesting choice and a great poem for anyone who takes an alternative route in life or feels they may have even fell by the wayside :)

 

Thank you, Lilac. (:

 

We actually even did a song for it in a spring concert for choir. We literally sang the poem.

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She Walks in Beauty Like The Night by Gordon Lord Byron.

 

She walks in beauty, like the night,

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

Of all that's best of dark and bright,

Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

Thus mellowed to the tender light,

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

 

One shade the more, one ray the less

Had half impaired the nameless grace,

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lighten o'er face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

 

And on that cheek and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.

 

 

My favourite poem of all time, never yet read one that could surpass it. :heart:

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This is one from me...

 

Where are you going to?

 

Where are you going to? I bet you think at times,

And where will this journey end, what more will you find?

Where are all the answers to the questions that you ask?

Will you ever make it through, what seems such a great task?

 

What are you discovering, as you go upon this trip?

Where on earth did this come from and can I keep a grip?

And what if I find answers to these things that cause me strife?

Is this the way to get through things and find a different life?

 

I'll tell you what I think of you, I'll tell you that you're brave,

I'll tell you that what you have done, will help you and will save

More heartbreak on your journey, much less pain in the end,

As you go down roads you want to do; not someone else's bend.

 

You've come so far with all of this, just look what you have done,

You've been through hell and back with this, but still you've carried on,

You've dealt with things that were not your fault, you've really made progress,

You've braved the slings and arrows on your way to happiness.

 

The changes that have come to you, have not all been ideal,

And yet you've faced them one by one, through all the pain you feel,

You've looked at this and sorted that, just look at who you are,

You're building up a whole new life; the birth of a new star.

 

For though these things have troubled you, you never once complained,

You tried your best to see them through, and then you tried again,

But some things never will work out, because of other's ways,

So now, at last, you're working on good-bye's to yesterdays.

 

Please do try to remember this, whenever you feel sad,

Remember all that you've achieved, even when it's bad,

And keep in mind one great big fact, a fact that is so true,

Don't do all this for others; Do it because you're YOU!

 

me 7/5/1999

 

I like the poem. Thank you for sharing. Tbh, this is the first time I'll ever see a kind of poem like this here on shys. While I was reading it, I felt like you're directly talking to me. It could be that you were trying to connect with yourself or you were dedicating this to someone you care about. Either way, this is still a good poem. It caught my attention. :)

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"I Am Not Yours"

 

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

 

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

 

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

 

Sara Teasdale

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Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

 

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,

Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,

Live fairy-gifts fading away,

Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,

Let thy loveliness fade as it will,

And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart

Would entwine itself verdantly still.

 

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,

That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear!

No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close,

As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets

The same look which she turned when he rose!

 

Thomas Moore

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Thank you ladies for posting I have enjoyed reading your poems as sometimes to me poems fit are personalities or events that happen in our lives.. Keep posting for all to enjoy.. All beautifully written...

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Witch-Wife

 

 

 

She is neither pink nor pale,

And she never will be all mine;

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,

And her mouth on a valentine.

 

She has more hair than she needs;

In the sun 'tis a woe to me!

And her voice is a string of coloured beads,

Or steps leading into the sea.

 

She loves me all that she can,

And her ways to my ways resign;

But she was not made for any man,

And she never will be all mine.

 

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Big fan of Maya Angelou poems and quotes... A remarkable woman..

 

 

Touched by an Angel

 

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

 

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

 

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

Maya Angelou :

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bootsie, this is a wonderful thread! I feel so edified, improved and inspired by the poems everyone has contributed. This last one you put up has truly moved me. Thanks for doing this!

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my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell

 

I hold my honey and I store my bread

In little jars and cabinets of my will.

I label clearly, and each latch and lid

I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

I am very hungry. I am incomplete.

And none can tell when I may dine again.

No man can give me any word but Wait,

The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in;

Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt

Drag out to their last dregs and I resume

On such legs as are left to me, in such heart

As I can manage, remember to go home,

My taste will not have turned insensitive

To honey and bread old purity could love.

 

-Gwendolyn Brooks

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