Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.

Post edited at 12:57 am on July 9, 2008 by ehmusic

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lol Что?

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The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

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My favorite is Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

I also recently started reading the Time Traveler's Wife, and the poem at the beginning of the novel is quite wonderful as well:

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Post edited at 1:02 am on July 9, 2008 by JennyColada

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So when you're happy (Hurray!), or sad (Aw!),
Or frightened (Eeek!), or mad (Rats!)
An interjection starts a sentence right.

Defeat, by Gibran Kahlil
http://www.mediafire.com/?m1jl9lujguw

And my second favourite is My Friend, by the same author.

http://www.mediafire.com/?omlwyyzzcnn

I don't remember who its by, just that i got laughed at in fourth grade for reciting it while everyone else said some Shell Silverstein shit.

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Im fourteen, and i have a tattoo.
Be jealous. :D

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My favorite is Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.  

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I really like that, though I don't know how I've never heard it before.

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lol Что?

A broken heart
A faded soul
A missing love
An impossible dream

Hatred through the tears
Smile above the fears
Killing me inside
Can't stop the pain,
but i can hide

Behind this smile
my heart is dead
"I love you"
Is the phrase i said

But why can't i just think this through
I know i'll never be with you
But that broken promise
and that dead end road
Still takes me to the world unknown

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sincerely yours, never again.

The bloody cops are bloody keen
to bloody keep it bloody clean
The bloody chief's a bloody swine
who bloody draws a bloody line
at bloody fun and bloody games
The bloody kids he bloody blames
are nowehere to be bloody found
anywhere in chicken town

The bloody train is bloody late
you bloody wait you bloody wait
You're bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in bloody chicken town

The bloody view is bloody vile
for bloody miles and bloody miles
The bloody babies bloody cry
The bloody flowers bloody die
The bloody food is bloody muck
The bloody drains are bloody stuck
The colour scheme is bloody brown
Everywhere in chicken town

The bloody pubs are bloody dull
The bloody clubs are bloody full
of bloody girls and bloody guys
with bloody murder in their eyes
A bloody bloke is bloody stabbed
waiting for a bloody cab
You bloody stay at bloody home
The bloody neighbors bloody moan
"Keep the bloody racket down
this is bloody chicken town!"

The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You're bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in bloody chicken town

The bloody pies are bloody old
The bloody chips are bloody cold
The bloody beer is bloody flat
The bloody flats have bloody rats
The bloody clocks are bloody wrong
The bloody days are bloody long

It bloody gets you bloody down
Evidently chicken town

I also really enjoy Jack Kerouac's little haikus.

Dusk -- the blizzard
Hides everything
Even the night

They aren't haiku in a traditional way, but they're wonderful.