Poems - Short poems

Soldato
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Anyone got any nice poems they care to share? I love reading this stuff.. I'll post a couple:

"Remember the day I borrowed your brand
new car and dented it?
I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach,
and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all
the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you'd leave, but you didn't.
Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie
all over your car rug?
I thought you'd hit me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance
was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from Vietnam.
But you didn't. "

Origin
"A common American family, mother and daughter lived together. Father was enlisted and went to Vietnam when daughter was 4 years old. Unfortunately, he died. The mother didn't remarry and lived to 80. when she died, her daughter found a letter in her mother's things which the poem above "but you didn't"

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"She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by –
And never knew."

~Shel Silverstein

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"This poem by a US teenager which was posted on Twitter by his older brother. Derek Nichols, from North Carolina wrote on Twitter: "Read this... My 14 year old brother wrote this...Crazyyyy," and then tweeted a picture of the poem written out on a sheet of paper. In a month, over 150,000 likes and almost an equal number of retweets on twitter - this 25-line verse has a completely different meaning from the top-to-bottom version when read in reverse.

Here's the transcript of the poem:

Our Generation

Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation was a failure.
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time,
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Giving up
Was how we handled our problems.
Working hard
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn't come back
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around

(And now read this bottom to top)"
 
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IF - RUDYARD KIPLING
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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
 
Soldato
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That first poem was interesting- she was thanking him for not punching her for spilling some strawberries. Wow.
 
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I wish I could drink like a woman.
I can only drink 2 or 3 at the most.
4 puts me under the table.
5 puts me under the host.


And on a more serious note because it is a very worthy post:

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

..............

I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
Out of the sea that once made her secure.
I had no thought then of husband or lover,
I was a traveller, the guest of a week;
Yet when they pointed 'the white cliffs of Dover',
Startled I found there were tears on my cheek.
I have loved England, and still as a stranger,
Here is my home and I still am alone.
Now in her hour of trial and danger,
Only the English are really her own.
 
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My name is Fred Fernackerpan, I walk about the town,
Sometimes with my trousers up and sometimes with them down.
When they were up, they were up,
When they were down, they were down
And when they were only half way up,
I was arrested.

- Spike Milligan
 
Mary had a little Lamb
It had a sooty foot
Into Mary's Bread and Jam
His Sooty foot he put.

Mary had a little lamb
She tied it to the heater
Every time the lamb turned around
It burnt it's little seater

Mary had a little bike.
She rode on the grass
Every time the wheels went around
The spokes went up her bottom

Mary had a little bike
She rode it back and front
every time the wheels went around
The spoke went up her ****
 
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Reminds me of my Dad.

Death is nothing at all.

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.
 
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Mary had a little Lamb
It had a sooty foot
Into Mary's Bread and Jam
His Sooty foot he put.

Mary had a little lamb
She tied it to the heater
Every time the lamb turned around
It burnt it's little seater

Mary had a little bike.
She rode on the grass
Every time the wheels went around
The spokes went up her bottom

Mary had a little bike
She rode it back and front
every time the wheels went around
The spoke went up her ****

Mary had a little lamb
She kept it in the bunker
A lump of coal shot up its hole
And paralysed its plunker

Mary had a little lamb
She kept it in the shrubbery
One night a horse came along
And kicked it all to buggery

Mary had a little lamb
She also had a bear
I've often seen her little lamb
I've never seen her bear
 
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Reminds me of my Dad.

Death is nothing at all.

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Love it, very nice poem
 
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