Anonymous asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 1 decade ago

Favorite poem and who by?

Why would be good too!

Mine's Bright Star by John Keats and Maud by Tennyson.

And why is because both make me think, they're an experience beyond simple deciphering.

4 Answers

  • Ashley
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago
    Favorite Answer

    Creed of a Holocaust Survivor

    Alexander Kimel

    I do believe, with all my heart,

    In the natural Goodness of Man.

    Despite the blood and destruction,

    Brought by one man, trying to be God,

    In the Goodness of Man, I do believe.

    I do believe, with all my heart,

    That God gave man the blessing and the curse.

    Man can select the curse of envy, hatred and prejudices,

    Or the blessing of love, harmony and beauty.

    Despite the painful curses of the past,

    In the blessing of the Creator, I do believe.

    I do believe, with all my heart,

    That God created a beautiful world,

    The sun and the trees, the flowers and the bees.

    And the best way to serve God, is To enjoy the fruits of His labor of love.

    Despite the painful memories from the past, In the joyful celebration of life, I do believe.

    I do believe with all my heart,

    That God has created man in image of His own.

    And killing of man, is like killing of God.

    Despite the massacres in Rwanda, the cleansing in Bosnia,

    The folly of Muslim fanatics, and the cruelty of Pot Pol.

    In the love and compassion of the Creator, I do believe.

    I believe with all my heart,

    That the Messiah and the Kingdom of Heaven will come;

    When man will conquer his destructive urge,

    And learn how to live in harmony with nature and himself.

    When all the preachers of hate will be silenced,

    And man will become his brother's keeper.

    When man will stop killing man, in the name of God,

    And nation will not lift weapons against nation.

    When it will be, I do not know, but

    Despite all the signs to the contrary.

    In the dawn of a Better World, I do believe.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    i carry your heart by E.E.Cummings

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

    i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

    by only me is your doing,my darling)

    i fear

    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

    and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows

    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

    I love the style in which the poem is written as well as the deep emotion contained within the lines. Gives me shivers every time I read it.

  • zoelle
    Lv 4
    4 years ago

    I hate math. in no way understood the strategies thoroughly. BQ: Hm, i admire Biology, English, and historic previous. i admire Biology by using fact i detect studying touching directly to the human physique somewhat desirable and that i had 2 surprising bio instructors that taught me to love a project I had disliked formerly. English on account that I get excitement from examining poems and in seek of the deeper which ability. historic previous by using fact i'm concerned with the previous and how it connects to the modern.

  • James
    Lv 6
    1 decade ago

    The Charge of the Light Brigade

    Half a league, half a league,

    Half a league onward,

    All in the valley of Death

    Rode the six hundred.

    'Forward, the Light Brigade!

    Charge for the guns!' he said:

    Into the valley of Death

    Rode the six hundred.

    'Forward, the Light Brigade!'

    Was there a man dismay'd ?

    Not tho' the soldier knew

    Some one had blunder'd:

    Their's not to make reply,

    Their's not to reason why,

    Their's but to do and die:

    Into the valley of Death

    Rode the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,

    Cannon to left of them,

    Cannon in front of them

    Volley'd and thunder'd;

    Storm'd at with shot and shell,

    Boldly they rode and well,

    Into the jaws of Death,

    Into the mouth of Hell

    Rode the six hundred.

    Flash'd all their sabres bare,

    Flash'd as they turn'd in air

    Sabring the gunners there,

    Charging an army, while

    All the world wonder'd:

    Plunged in the battery-smoke

    Right thro' the line they broke;

    Cossack and Russian

    Reel'd from the sabre-stroke

    Shatter'd and sunder'd.

    Then they rode back, but not

    Not the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,

    Cannon to left of them,

    Cannon behind them

    Volley'd and thunder'd;

    Storm'd at with shot and shell,

    While horse and hero fell,

    They that had fought so well

    Came thro' the jaws of Death,

    Back from the mouth of Hell,

    All that was left of them,

    Left of six hundred.

    When can their glory fade ?

    O the wild charge they made!

    All the world wonder'd.

    Honour the charge they made!

    Honour the Light Brigade,

    Noble six hundred!

    Alfred Lord Tennyson

    Source(s): some of my ancestors fought in that war
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