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National Poetry Day, do you have a favourite?

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lilibet · 09/10/2003 18:11

Three suggestions to start us off

Appolinaire said
'come to the edge'
'it is too high'
'come to the edge'
'we might fall'
'come to the edge'
and they came
and he pushed them
and they flew

Anonymous

Bit like motherhood really!

and:-

The day he left was dreadful
that evening she went through hell
His absence wasn't a problem
but the corkscrew had gone as well!

Wendy Cope.

And (last one )

Sometimes things dont go, after all
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down a frost:green thrives, the crops don't fail
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people will sometimes step back from war;
elelct an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we were meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Sheenagh Pugh

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Jollymum · 24/01/2004 18:48

OK-I'LL BE BRAVE....

This is one of mine-(it's ok, no-one has to comment, just that all my poems were written when each child was born and when my ex left me..)...

BIRD CHILD

I saw a sparrow today,
Soft and downy, a feathery child.
His mother fed and coaxed him,
his new found wings supported him.
He flew and she was there to guide
and praise his small success.

I too have a child,
each day a new achievement,
a sound or some fresh action when he stretches his wings
to try and leave the nest.

The first time he will fall,
the second fly a little further
and last, leave my nest forever,
knowing my love was there to soothe his "ruffled feathers",
to comfort him and reassure.

He will return and I will wait,
I am his teacher, his friend,
His mother.

Said child is now nearly 14 and those words are getting more true every day!

twiglett · 24/01/2004 18:51

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Starsky · 24/01/2004 19:23

I have always thought that I have never been a fan of poetry, but tonight have surprised myself by how much I enjoyed reading all the poems on here - thanks to everyone who posted. My favourites are I'm Still Here which I have never read before but think is beautiful and From a Railway Carriage which I remember from school. Maybe I should give poetry another try - I think I make the mistake of trying to read a book of poetry like a novel instead of savouring each one. Anyway, thanks again, this has been illuminating

katierocket · 24/01/2004 19:45

My mum read this at my grans funeral because it was her favourite poem. Always reminds me how positive she was, she always used to say " you're only as young as you feel"

What then? Shall we sit idly down and say
The night hath come, it is no longer day?
Something remains for us to do, or dare;
Even the oldest tree some fruit may bear;
For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.

UNTITLED, Henry Longfellow

hmb · 24/01/2004 19:56

Popsycal, the Jenny Joseph is one of my all time favs. I cross stitched it for MILs 60th bithday. She loves the colour purple and is growing old disgracefully! It sums her up very well. Just shows how much I love my MIL, it took me ages, and then I gave it away!

Janstar · 25/01/2004 10:59

Jollymum, your poem is beautiful.

Katierocket, I love yours too. It reminded me of some ladies with whom I meet at a local poetry group. Quite a few of them are elderly, and they were telling me last week that they are recycled teenagers.

My next door neighbour (77) calls them 'coffin-dodgers'!

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