• Anything dark and depressing, moody and Emo lol.
  • I love modern poetry. The tradition of Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot - making it new. Not following convention, norms, and getting unruly. I love poetry with a lot of spirit and style. "Love Song for Alfred Prufrock" is absolutely amazing. And e.e. cummings is just fantastic. Don't get me wrong, I love a good old fashioned sonnet, but I think poetry has become something positively exciting.
  • Helen Steiner Rice
  • Hard to categorize it...I can tell you the poets whose work I've purchsed... e. e. cummings T.S. Eliot Dylan Thomas Edna St. Vincent Millay Juan Ramon Jimenez Emily Dickinson Shakespeare's Sonnets Federico Garcia Lorca
  • I don't really have a favorite as long as it expresses the emotion of the writer I enjoy it.
  • Creating original Haiku poetry about nature.
  • Lyrics...poetry that is combined with beautiful music, especially when it soothes and comforts my late stage Alzheimer's afflicted "best friend".
  • Metaphysicals, cavaliers, Victorian romantics, Swinburne, Yeats, Eliot, Pound, Christina Rossetti, Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Browning. All in my poetry collection (except for the ones still in copyright . . .) The big gap is the 18th century. I suppose I can stand some Pope: I'd love to own a copy of the edition of The Rape of the Lock illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley; and some of the livelier bits of Swift are diverting, but the rest bore me. I don't care for Spenser or Milton, but I can still pick up The Canterbury Tales occasionally, say once every 10 or 15 years, and enjoy the language. Poems that I like make sense, and rhyme and scan, because formal rigour makes remembering the poem easier, and if a poem is worth reading, it may be worth remembering. . . . The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre — To be redeemed from fire by fire. You can't achieve that kind of effect, or that kind of memorability in free verse.
  • Lyrical poetry is ok. I kind of prefer epics and ballads. Favorite artists, Robert Service, E.A. Poe.
  • Mystical poetry - Rumi, Kabir, Zen poetry, that sort of thing.
  • i cannot pick a favorite. i love all styles of poetry. everything from william blake, ts eliot, rumi, pablo neruda ee cummings, walt whitman, langston hughes, emily dickinson, robert frost, sappho, chaucer, edgar allan poe, sylvia plath, shakespeare, lewis carroll, rainier maria rilke, oscar wilde, edna st. vincent millay, carl sandburg, henry david thoreau, kahlil gibran, tu fu, li po, to hindu and buddhist poets. i also love haiku.
  • I loved John Donne's metaphysical poem A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning. AS virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." So let us melt, and make no noise, 5 No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10 But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15 The thing which elemented it. But we by a love so much refined, That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assurèd of the mind, Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20 Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to aery thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so 25 As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30 It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35 And makes me end where I begun. ---------------------------------------------- It was the most beautiful poem I have ever read. I love all types of poetry, except for the "beatnik" poems.
  • I like Rumi, Pablo Neruda, Hafiz,Federico Garcia Lorca,and Zen
  • I enjoy Poe's the raven(the pattern is just exquisite)+city in the sea, John Donne, Louis MacNeice prayer before birth,Emily Dickenson etc.. I think the best ones are those you wish you could've written,lol! you know, the ones you are almost jealous of!! And as long as it is sincere...
  • Poem for an older man flirting with a much younger woman: Elegie: his picture Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soule dwels shall dwell. 'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill be more When wee are shadows both, than 'twas before. When weather-beaten I come back; my hand, Perhaps with rude oares torne, or Sun beames tann'd, My face and brest of hairecloth, and my head With cares rash sodaine hoarinesse o'rspread, My body a sack of bones, broken within, And powders blue staines scattered on my skin; If rivall fooles taxe thee to have lov'd a man, So foule and coarse, as, Oh, I may seeme then, This shall say what I was: and thou shalt say, Doe his hurts reach mee? Doth my worth decay? Or doe they reach his judging minde, that hee Should now love lesse, what he did love to see? That which in him was fair and delicate, Was but the milke, which in loves childish state Did nurse it: who now is grown strong enough To feed on that, which to disused tasts seems tough.
  • Any type of poetry is beautiful. I enjoy them all.
  • iambic pentameter is easiest for me to enter into but i do love me some blank verse as well
  • i like haiku alot...but acrostic is another one of my favorites
  • ..BIRTH CONTROL IN MIDDLE AGES In days of old, when knights were bold, and condomns weren't invented. Girls tied Socks around Men's Cocks, and babies were prevented. Now, times are new and Socks are worn.. upon the feet much tighter. I can't use Socks for birth control - they might stink up her vagina. In the near future when tests are done, and condoms continue to leak. It's the withdrawal method I'll try to use, but after she's asleep. In days of old when knights were bold, and socks went out of fashion. Men of Honor stopped using socks, and "Raw" they went with passion.
  • Narrative. I enjoy the novelistic approach to poetry and songs.

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