Poems!!!

Hi CEans,

We all have read many poems in our lives ("may also have read due to some compulsions") .Anyways post your favorite poem or any particular verse in the poem that you liked the most.

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  • vishnu priya
    vishnu priya
    To start with i like the poem ""STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING""by ROBERT FROST and i like the last two lines of the poem a lot which says...

    "miles to go before i sleep,
    and miles to go before i sleep.
    "
  • vishnu priya
    vishnu priya
    Well CEans, none of us read poems ??
  • vishnu priya
    vishnu priya
    THE DAFFODILS ,also is a very nice poem by Wordsworth.
  • sarveshgupta
    sarveshgupta
    I doesn't remember much about the poem but one of them was Ode to the West Wind
    I think we studied it in school probably in 10 or 11
  • Guttu
    Guttu
    Only Hindi and Marathi Poetry. The use of heavy words in English poems gives me headache.
  • dazzling
    dazzling
    jhony! jhony!
    yes papa..
    eating sugar!
    no papa
    telling lies!
    no papa
    open your mouth
    ha ha ha

    ha ha ha ha ha
  • Ankita Katdare
    Ankita Katdare
    A poem I came across and really liked...



    Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
    my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
    A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
    excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
    They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
    or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
    Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
    and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

    The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
    to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
    One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
    was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
    But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
    the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
    Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
    and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
    As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
    Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.

    But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
    which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
    He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
    and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
    So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
    his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
    He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
    “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

    But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
    with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
    So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
    “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
    Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
    but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
    Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
    “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
    I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
    But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

    “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
    for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
    Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
    You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
    So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
    and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
    So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
    still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
    Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
    Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

    They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
    head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
    But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
    the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
    And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
    you would have thought he’d win the race, to listen to the crowd.
    And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
    “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

    And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
    the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
    For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
    And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
    And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
    another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
  • Ankita Katdare
    Ankita Katdare
    Another Nice one!



    Don't Quit


    When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
    When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
    When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
    And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
    When care is pressing you down a bit,
    Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

    Life is queer with it's twists and turns,
    As everyone of us sometimes learns,
    And many a failure turns about,
    When he might have won had he stuck it out.
    Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
    You may succeed with another blow.

    Success is failure turned inside out,
    The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
    And you never can tell how close you are,
    It may be near when it seems so far,
    So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
    It's when things seem worse,
    That you must not quit.

    ...Edgar A. Guest :smile:
  • maria flor
    maria flor
    Here's a my favorite poem during my elementary:
    All Things Bright and Beautiful

    ~Cecil Frances Alexander


    All things bright and beautiful,
    All creatures great and small,
    All things wise and wonderful,
    The Lord God made them all.

    Each little flower that opens,
    Each little bird that sings,
    He made their glowing colors,
    He made their tiny wings.

    The purple-headed mountain,
    The river running by,
    The sunset, and the morning,
    That brightens up the sky;

    The cold wind in the winter,
    The pleasant summer sun,
    The ripe fruits in the garden,
    He made them every one.

    He gave us eyes to see them,
    And lips that we might tell,
    How great is God Almighty,
    Who has made all things well.

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