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Poems that you love

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Iliveinanoodie · 18/11/2022 11:18

Thank you to the poster who uploaded the Wendy Cope poem on another thread. I didn't get time to respond before the thread was taken down.
Anyone got any short poems that they love? Please share.

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JaneJeffer · 18/11/2022 12:43

@MsFrog I don't usually like soppy things but having two boys that one 🥹

Motnight · 18/11/2022 12:50

The Saturday poem

Donegal (for Ellie) by Robin Robertson
Ardent on the beach at Rossnowlagh
on the last day of summer,
you ran through the shallows
throwing off shoes, and shirt and towel
like the seasons, the city's years,
all caught in my arms
as I ploughed on behind you, guardian still
of dry clothes, of this little heart
not quite thirteen,
breasting the waves
and calling back to me
to join you, swimming in the Atlantic
on the last day of summer.
I saw a man in the shallows
with his hands full of clothes, full of
all the years,
and his daughter going
where he knew he could not follow.

Iliveinanoodie · 18/11/2022 13:01

These are lovely, but still so down.
Thank you Mirabai, I like a guppy!
Come on people, something sweet, or inspiring, or even, dare I say it, happy?

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JaneJeffer · 18/11/2022 13:03

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ILIWYS · 18/11/2022 13:11

I like this thread. Not at all cheery I'm afraid but my favourite poem has been Futility since I studied Wilfred Owen at GCSE many moons ago -

Futility
BY WILFRED OWEN
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

BrownOwlknowsbest · 18/11/2022 13:16

Not a short one, but a favourite of mine

The Pobble Who Has No Toes
The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said "Some day you may lose them all;"
He replied "Fish, fiddle-de-dee!"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
Lavender water tinged with pink,
For she said "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"

The Pobble who has no toes
Swam across the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his nose
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe, — provided he minds his nose!"

The Pobble swam fast and well,
And when boats or ships came near him,
He tinkledy-blinkledy-winkled a bell,
So that all the world could hear him.
And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
When they saw him nearing the further side -
"He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's
Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"

But before he touched the shore,
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green porpoise carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
And when he came to observe his feet,
Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn,
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
And nobody ever knew,
From that dark day to the present,
Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
In a manner so far from pleasant.

Whether the shrimps, or crawfish grey,
Or crafty Mermaids stole them away -
Nobody knew: and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
The Pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a friendly Bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish
Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish, -
And she said "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes!"

SpentDandelion · 18/11/2022 13:16

She let Go by Safire Rose

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SpentDandelion · 18/11/2022 13:25

Women Who Run With The Wolves.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes.

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Iliveinanoodie · 18/11/2022 13:25

JaneJeffer · 18/11/2022 11:57

Another favourite

This one is always worth a re quote x

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Coldsteadyrain · 18/11/2022 13:26

@Needmorelego Cats sleep anywhere is by Eleanor Farjeon and it’s a favourite here too.

Red Boots On by Kit Wright has a lovely rhythm:

poetryarchive.org/poem/red-boots/

octoberfarm · 18/11/2022 13:40

My very favorite poem:

I believe in the wonder of the out-of-doors,
In the inspiration of the stars
And in the allurements of life in the open.
I believe in the strength of the hills,
In the silence of the night,
And in the music of the birds in the trees.

I believe also that my body was made for action,
That my mind was made for thinking,
And that my heart was made for loving
In unison with the life of nature.

I believe that to laugh and to sing,
To swim and to walk, to study and play,
To eat and be happy, to be kind and free,
To grow strong and good is my God-given right.

I believe, too, that to be happy I must be good,
That to be worthy I must be kind,
That to be loved, I must think love.

I believe that God is as near as man,
That I can hear Him in the brooks and the pines,
And that happiness and lasting peace are mine,
As I live in the atmosphere of kindness,
So near me in the life of the open road.

-- Rudolph Carl Stroll

emanonsah · 18/11/2022 13:41

Words wide night by carol ann Duffy

Iliveinanoodie · 18/11/2022 13:44

That's beautiful @octoberfarm

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StormBaby · 18/11/2022 13:45

I love this one

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stilldumdedumming · 18/11/2022 13:45

Here's uplifting/ inspiring. If you get bored skip to the end haha

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stilldumdedumming · 18/11/2022 13:46

StormBaby · 18/11/2022 13:45

I love this one

Wow!

Bollocks2that · 18/11/2022 13:49

This one.
Not a big Duffy fan but this poem I always liked. A bit synical and dark , like me😁

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Needmorelego · 18/11/2022 13:51

@Coldsteadyrain thanks. I can never remember who wrote 'Cats Sleep Anywhere'.
Another favourite is 3 Little Foxes ("they don't wear stockings and they don't wear sockses"). As an adult this was a half remembered one until I had my daughter and we were in the library looking at books when she was just a baby and I came across it. I think the whole library heard me squeal with excitement "OMG The Foxes.... it's an A A Milne one"
My baby daughter probably stared at me like I was mad.

FuckabethFuckor · 18/11/2022 13:53

I'm not a poetry person at all but I do like a lot of Mary Oliver's work. Especially Wild Geese:

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Toomanypressie · 18/11/2022 13:54

I love lots of poems but particularly this one around Christmas

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Toomanypressie · 18/11/2022 13:55

It’s dated but the sentiment probably even more true nowadays (if you are Christian, obv not if you aren’t!)

Doodadoo · 18/11/2022 13:56

This is heartbreakingly sad and I still cry at the last line every single time.

Mid-Term Break
BY SEAMUS HEANEY

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying—
He had always taken funerals in his stride—
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'.
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four-foot box, a foot for every year.

Seamus Heaney, "Mid-Term Break" from Opened Ground: Selected poems 1966-1996. Copyright © 1998 by Seamus Heaney. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC,
us.macmillan.com/fsg. All rights reserved.

hairyunicorn · 18/11/2022 13:56

Wild Embers

Remember, what you must do
When they undervaule you,
When they think
Your softness is your weakness
When they treat your kindness
Like it's their advantage.

You awaken
Every dragon,
Every wolf,
Every monster
That sleeps inside you.
and you remind them
What hell looks like
When it wears the skin
Of a gentle human.

Nikita Gill

I always find strength and beauty in these words, alternatively 'Still I Rise' by Maya Angelou which have tattooed on my arm.

MissHavishamsMouldyOldCake · 18/11/2022 14:00

I saw this line 'This is heartbreakingly sad and I still cry at the last line every single time.' and KNEW it would be that particular poem.

Squooka · 18/11/2022 14:05

I've always loved this. It's part of 'Admonitions to a special person' by Anne Sexton

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.