It is VERY hard for an avid lover and reader of poetry to pick a "favorite." It could be favored for structural, aesthetic, or even content brilliancy. Great topic but tough question. I'll ponder a favorite and post back, but for now, here's my current obsession that I've been working on since Christmas.
TIME AND MATERIALS Gerhard Richter: Abstrakte Bilder 1 To make layers, As if they were a steadiness of days:
It snowed; I did errands at a desk; A white flurry out the window thickening; my tongue Tasted of the glue on envelopes.
On this day sunlight on red brick, bare trees, Nothing stirring in the icy air.
On this day a blur of color moving at the gym Where the heat from bodies Meets the watery, cold surface of the glass.
Made love, made curry, talked on the phone To friends, the one whose brother died Was crying and thinking alternately, Like someone falling down and getting up And running and falling and getting up.
2 The object of this poem is not to annihila
To not annih
The object of this poem is to report a theft, In progress, of everything That is not these words And their disposition on the page.
The object o f this poem is to report a theft, In progre ss of everything that exists That is not th ese words And their d isposition on the page.
The object of his poe is t repor a theft In rogres f ever hing at xists Th is no ese w rds And their disp sit on o the pag
3 To score, to scar, to smear, to streak, To smudge, to blur, to gouge, to scrape.
“Action painting,” i.e., The painter gets to behave like time.
4 The typo would be “paining.”
(To abrade.)
5 Or to render time and stand outside The horizontal rush of it, for a moment To have the sensation of standing outside The greenish rush of it.
6 Some vertical gesture then, the way that anger Or desire can rip a life apart,
Some wound of color.
She's a doozy! I'd love to hear some thoughts on it. Happy reading!
I am begging everyone to click on this link and watch this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s It is called Button Poetry, and this one is about a man with extremely severe OCD and he talks about meeting this girl, and how she ended up leaving him because of how severe his OCD was and how it changed it. I cry every time I watch it, it's only two minutes so please just take two minutes out of your day to watch it!
I've watched this video at least 100 time (before I've seen this comment )and im so in love. His passion is INSANE. That's why I think I invest an unhealthy amount of time in Slam Poetry. If that's not raw emotion, im not sure what is.
My other favorite poem is a poem that Tores showed me a little while ago. It is called "I Do Not Love You" by Pablo Neurda, and for anyone who has ever experienced love, this poem captures the feeling perfectly.
XVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
(1/2) One of my favorite poems is one Torres showed us in CW1 and i can't copy and paste, but I loved the poem bc I actually came to term that I probably won't understand everything I read. I might need to re-read and invest time to really understand. The poem was high schoolers from his point of view. It was so different to see how teachers see us. I'm curios to see if other teachers/staff see us like that? I'll have to look into it.
(2/2) Again, I spend way too much time watching slam poetry. So here are 3 of my favorites.
http://youtu.be/_xHp5iTtWRc (May or may not contain swear words... watch with caution.) I LOVE THIS ONE. He starts off kind of joking then just slides into his message. & I agree with him.
http://youtu.be/6LnMhy8kDiQ
This is one of the first slam poems I watched and it's still one of my favorites. I love his structure and I just all round love it.
One of my top favorite poems that I've loved for so long is Having a Coke with You by Frank O'hara. It's a beautiful poem, and the imagery in is is insane. I get butterflies every time I read it.
Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
Having to choose a favorite poem is like picking which of your body parts you need most. I can't choose one, but I mostly prefer poems of a more bright, vibrant theme to them. (cough cough) Jillian's (cough cough)
Having to choose a favorite poem is like picking which of your body parts you need most. I can't choose one, but I mostly prefer poems of a more bright, vibrant theme to them. (cough cough) Jillian's (cough cough)
"Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting, as walls keep shifting, And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind. - Mark Z. Danielewski (author of House of Leaves)
I feel this poem is saying that if you grieve over change you won't be a happy person. It's all too easy to give up when your world seems unstable, when your thoughts are clouded with darkness even when you try to look up to the light. It's all too easy to let your thoughts idle, but if you learn to stand straighter in the face of change, you'll find solace, so to speak. Life is about as stable as a house of leaves, so sometimes we need to learn to accept change. I like it because I can relate to it and also because it's beautiful in its wording, really succeeds in painting a picture in my head.
Yes! You're absolutely right. Our resistance to change is the problem. We pull away from it, avoid it like the plague. But, sometimes it's what we need, and when you really think about it, change isn't an incurable sickness, because it isn't even a sickness. It's just a thing that exists.
I have not read as much poetry as I would like to lately. I remember that I used to always enjoy reading Shel Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends" when I was a kid. There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
This poem is about how everyone should use their imagination and it is easy to do so.
I don't think I can pick a solid favorite, but one of my favorites has got to be this poem linked below. The sheer realization you have when listening to these girls speak is insane. You start to realize how many of these situations you see daily, but fail to see how inhumane they really are. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=j4m3AJamQYM
Sorry, I couldn't copy and paste mine, but here's a link to it.
I really love this poem because Tyler compares his love for whom ever the poem is about with parts of the sea/beach, and he just uses such amazing wording with it that I just feel pulled in to read it over and over again.
This definitely is my favorite poem, I'm not all to sure why, I've just been always drawn to it. The words are a bit vulgar I suppose but it is my favorite and I want to share it. It is written by a girl named Lauren Camille, so here it is :
The night we first meet, my name is I Wish I Met You Sooner. You whisper it like a solemn secret, disrobe the syllables softly within your throat like you are unbuttoning the edges along my shirt. Your voice tastes like vanilla, and when your lips gape to speak, I can see the enigmas you swallowed down to keep them from coming up as bile.
The second night, you call and I let it go to voicemail and my name is Oh, God I'm So Sorry. You panic and the petrifying tension falls into the spaces where our undeniable lust once was. I take in your apology like a wounded patent into a hospital, and I attempt in my best ways to nurse the “us” I wanted back to normal.
Two weeks later, my name is I Need To Be Touched More Than I Need You, and we fight over a girl who is twice as gorgeous as I will ever be, because she had you long before I did and I am terribly frightened that she will have you again. After three hours, I am all out of blood and you are all out of bullets.
A month passes, and my name is Psycho, because I command myself to stop feeling adoration for you, and end up halting every emotion in general. By the end of the night, I want to kiss your mouth, but my lips are too cracked from the amount of times your fist kissed me instead.
Days continue to go by, and my name is I Love You So Much, and I am elated because now, I have a way to tell you that my tongue is filled with ink and your body is an emptied, blank novel and I want to write our story all night.
Two months sprint straight by our eyes, and my name is Fuck Off And Don't Talk To Me Ever Again, because our hearts were just caffeines that we constantly got drunk off of and maybe now we're both just fucking exhausted.
Today, it's been nearly five months and my name is I Go To Church Because Missing You Is A Crime And Jesus Fuck I Am Such A Sinner.
Natures first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leafs a flower, But only so an hour As leaf subsides to leaf, And Eden sank to grief, As dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay
Okay, so I really like Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost because, yes it was in The Outsiders, and also because its saying that everything starts off gold, every person, animal, plant and so on. Everyone's pure and innocent, but then life hits you and the gold starts to fade away, you're no longer gold, it was all washed away. I like it because it explains that, everyone starts off gold, but as life progresses, it starts fading away.
My favorite poem in this current moment is a slam poem (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LnMhy8kDiQ) but one of the reasons it is my favorite is that the formatting could be really interesting on paper depending how the author conveys his message. The topic is one that unfortunately, while not the same exact situation, isn't unheard of in my family and I think Patrick Roche really gets to the heart of what that feels like. I highly encourage everyone to watch this slam poem and any others by him.
My favorite would be O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman. It tells a tale about loyalty and determination that can stand the length of time. Although it is about Abraham Lincoln, it can be referring to any leader. It is a universal thought and can be related to anything.
Sorry I'm getting to this so late but my favorite poem is Furniture Bash by Shel Silverstein. I always remember my mom reading me this prom from when I was really young and it was always my favorite. It has no message or anything but it is just a fun poem and that's why I live it so much. His style of writing is what makes it so good as well.
i watch a lot of button poetry and there are two poems that i have always considered my two favorites. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiTFZtThmEI - "Thighs" by Desireé Dallagiacomo and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqu4ezLQEUA - "Explaining My Depression to My Mother" by Sabrina Benaim. Trigger warning for both videos but i would REALLY encourage everyone to watch these. The reason i like "Thighs" so much is because Desireé has a wonderful peaking voice and she has a nice way of going from making you laugh to making you cry. And "Explaining My Depression to My Mother" makes me cry every single time i watch it. She is so passionate about what she is speaking about and it is also quite a relatable topic for many people. Please please please check these videos out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Wf8y_5Yn4 This video as well because of his raw passion about such a serious topic. okay im terribly sorry ill be going now.
I'm very obsessed with this. I swear I listen to it when I am bored because it has a very nice flow, given my passion for rhyming. I love when a piece rhymes and it's not forced; it's well thought out and meaningful, the rhyme scheme and word choice is purposeful. Also the guy has an accent. like come on accents are always soothing to listen to. This is one reason I am obsessed with this. The other reason is because it's actually a very serious issue I think society needs to come to terms with. Well in all honesty I think society is very aware of this problem, so I suppose it's merely just sad we really haven't created any solutions. We overlook how this will affect children in the future and refuse to put in any effort or time to solve this. We'll only soon regret when we forget the significance of a simple "hello" to a stranger. Guilty....
@Reagan Okay honestly the one with Javon Johnson made me cry at the end. The idea that black people have to be careful with how fast they reach for their wallet in their pocket is very surreal. It hurts me because of how true it is, how unfair it is, but most of all how unlikely it is that one day that will change for the every day black community. In these times and these situations it becomes less hard to understand why things like racism are apparent. I understand why people have such hatred or prejudged thoughts in their minds, I just don't understand how they can go about living with that kind of hatred in their hearts and having such strong pre based opinions and judgments, how they don't know that living like that is more harmful than actual racism. Racism really makes me indulge in some serious thoughts. It really messes me up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSHnnPunShg I picked this poem for its message. I don't think that the speaker herself is as powerful as some other ones that I've seen, but I think the message in this video id so strong and so relevant. We grow up being taught that skinny girls are pretty girls and muscular guys are the pretty ones. We're taught to go with the flow, dress like everyone else. The speaker in the video used to stuff her bra trying to fit in. Our bodies should not define us. Our bodies are going to go bad, or not look like they should eventually no matter what we do. We are taught the wrong standards and morals.
I don't think I could ever have a favorite poem, but at the moment one poem that I'm really enjoying is Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
"Do not stand at my grave and weep: I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry: I am not there; I did not die."
I really love this because it's telling me that the ones we love never really leave us. They are always there in some sort of way. It's our job to figure out how they are still in our lives.
Can we get you to post your current obsession, Hannah? Even if you can't seem it as all time "favorite."
ReplyDeleteI didn't necessarily mean you're absolute favorite, I didn't know how to word it properly but one that speaks to you. one that you connect with
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ReplyDeleteIt is VERY hard for an avid lover and reader of poetry to pick a "favorite." It could be favored for structural, aesthetic, or even content brilliancy. Great topic but tough question. I'll ponder a favorite and post back, but for now, here's my current obsession that I've been working on since Christmas.
DeleteTIME AND MATERIALS
Gerhard Richter: Abstrakte Bilder
1
To make layers,
As if they were a steadiness of days:
It snowed; I did errands at a desk;
A white flurry out the window thickening; my tongue
Tasted of the glue on envelopes.
On this day sunlight on red brick, bare trees,
Nothing stirring in the icy air.
On this day a blur of color moving at the gym
Where the heat from bodies
Meets the watery, cold surface of the glass.
Made love, made curry, talked on the phone
To friends, the one whose brother died
Was crying and thinking alternately,
Like someone falling down and getting up
And running and falling and getting up.
2
The object of this poem is not to annihila
To not annih
The object of this poem is to report a theft,
In progress, of everything
That is not these words
And their disposition on the page.
The object o f this poem is to report a theft,
In progre ss of everything that exists
That is not th ese words
And their d isposition on the page.
The object of his poe is t repor a theft
In rogres f ever hing at xists
Th is no ese w rds
And their disp sit on o the pag
3
To score, to scar, to smear, to streak,
To smudge, to blur, to gouge, to scrape.
“Action painting,” i.e.,
The painter gets to behave like time.
4
The typo would be “paining.”
(To abrade.)
5
Or to render time and stand outside
The horizontal rush of it, for a moment
To have the sensation of standing outside
The greenish rush of it.
6
Some vertical gesture then, the way that anger
Or desire can rip a life apart,
Some wound of color.
She's a doozy! I'd love to hear some thoughts on it. Happy reading!
We also need one from you, Ms. Choate.
I am begging everyone to click on this link and watch this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s It is called Button Poetry, and this one is about a man with extremely severe OCD and he talks about meeting this girl, and how she ended up leaving him because of how severe his OCD was and how it changed it. I cry every time I watch it, it's only two minutes so please just take two minutes out of your day to watch it!
ReplyDeleteI've watched this video at least 100 time (before I've seen this comment )and im so in love. His passion is INSANE. That's why I think I invest an unhealthy amount of time in Slam Poetry. If that's not raw emotion, im not sure what is.
DeleteMy other favorite poem is a poem that Tores showed me a little while ago. It is called "I Do Not Love You" by Pablo Neurda, and for anyone who has ever experienced love, this poem captures the feeling perfectly.
ReplyDeleteXVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
(1/2) One of my favorite poems is one Torres showed us in CW1 and i can't copy and paste, but I loved the poem bc I actually came to term that I probably won't understand everything I read. I might need to re-read and invest time to really understand. The poem was high schoolers from his point
ReplyDeleteof view. It was so different to see how teachers see us. I'm curios to see if other teachers/staff see us like that? I'll have to look into it.
His as in Torres's POV. should've been more clear. *Curious
Delete(2/2) Again, I spend way too much time watching slam poetry. So here are 3 of my favorites.
ReplyDeletehttp://youtu.be/_xHp5iTtWRc (May or may not contain swear words... watch with caution.)
I LOVE THIS ONE. He starts off kind of joking then just slides into his message. & I agree with him.
http://youtu.be/6LnMhy8kDiQ
This is one of the first slam poems I watched and it's still one of my favorites. I love his structure and I just all round love it.
http://youtu.be/U0Sv-DSGCss (Does contain swear words.)
This one is just so powerful and sycronized. Crazy.
Sorry I went completely overboard with this topic, I really enjoy it. My apologies.
One of my top favorite poems that I've loved for so long is Having a Coke with You by Frank O'hara. It's a beautiful poem, and the imagery in is is insane. I get butterflies every time I read it.
ReplyDeleteHaving a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
Having to choose a favorite poem is like picking which of your body parts you need most. I can't choose one, but I mostly prefer poems of a more bright, vibrant theme to them. (cough cough) Jillian's (cough cough)
ReplyDeleteHaving to choose a favorite poem is like picking which of your body parts you need most. I can't choose one, but I mostly prefer poems of a more bright, vibrant theme to them. (cough cough) Jillian's (cough cough)
ReplyDeleteThis is why you're my friend Ryan Hamilton
Delete"Little solace comes to those who grieve
ReplyDeletewhen thoughts keep drifting,
as walls keep shifting,
And this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.
- Mark Z. Danielewski (author of House of Leaves)
I feel this poem is saying that if you grieve over change you won't be a happy person. It's all too easy to give up when your world seems unstable, when your thoughts are clouded with darkness even when you try to look up to the light. It's all too easy to let your thoughts idle, but if you learn to stand straighter in the face of change, you'll find solace, so to speak. Life is about as stable as a house of leaves, so sometimes we need to learn to accept change. I like it because I can relate to it and also because it's beautiful in its wording, really succeeds in painting a picture in my head.
I agree! I once saw this quote that basically said change is not the problem but only our resistance to it is.
DeleteYes! You're absolutely right. Our resistance to change is the problem. We pull away from it, avoid it like the plague. But, sometimes it's what we need, and when you really think about it, change isn't an incurable sickness, because it isn't even a sickness. It's just a thing that exists.
DeleteI have not read as much poetry as I would like to lately. I remember that I used to always enjoy reading Shel Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends" when I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteThere is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
This poem is about how everyone should use their imagination and it is easy to do so.
I don't think I can pick a solid favorite, but one of my favorites has got to be this poem linked below. The sheer realization you have when listening to these girls speak is insane. You start to realize how many of these situations you see daily, but fail to see how inhumane they really are. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=j4m3AJamQYM
ReplyDeletehttp://40.media.tumblr.com/f92e1effaff46d499756c706dcc9bfcc/tumblr_nip0lzxHYK1qz8rpeo1_1280.jpg
ReplyDeleteSorry, I couldn't copy and paste mine, but here's a link to it.
I really love this poem because Tyler compares his love for whom ever the poem is about with parts of the sea/beach, and he just uses such amazing wording with it that I just feel pulled in to read it over and over again.
This definitely is my favorite poem, I'm not all to sure why, I've just been always drawn to it. The words are a bit vulgar I suppose but it is my favorite and I want to share it. It is written by a girl named Lauren Camille, so here it is :
ReplyDeleteThe night we first meet, my name is I Wish I Met You Sooner. You whisper it like a solemn secret, disrobe the syllables softly within your throat like you are unbuttoning the edges along my shirt. Your voice tastes like vanilla, and when your lips gape to speak, I can see the enigmas you swallowed down to keep them from coming up as bile.
The second night, you call and I let it go to voicemail and my name is Oh, God I'm So Sorry. You panic and the petrifying tension falls into the spaces where our undeniable lust once was. I take in your apology like a wounded patent into a hospital, and I attempt in my best ways to nurse the “us” I wanted back to normal.
Two weeks later, my name is I Need To Be Touched More Than I Need You, and we fight over a girl who is twice as gorgeous as I will ever be, because she had you long before I did and I am terribly frightened that she will have you again. After three hours, I am all out of blood and you are all out of bullets.
A month passes, and my name is Psycho, because I command myself to stop feeling adoration for you, and end up halting every emotion in general. By the end of the night, I want to kiss your mouth, but my lips are too cracked from the amount of times your fist kissed me instead.
Days continue to go by, and my name is I Love You So Much, and I am elated because now, I have a way to tell you that my tongue is filled with ink and your body is an emptied, blank novel and I want to write our story all night.
Two months sprint straight by our eyes, and my name is Fuck Off And Don't Talk To Me Ever Again, because our hearts were just caffeines that we constantly got drunk off of and maybe now we're both just fucking exhausted.
Today, it's been nearly five months and my name is I Go To Church Because Missing You Is A Crime And Jesus Fuck I Am Such A Sinner.
Natures first green is gold,
ReplyDeleteHer hardest hue to hold
Her early leafs a flower,
But only so an hour
As leaf subsides to leaf,
And Eden sank to grief,
As dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay
Okay, so I really like Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost because, yes it was in The Outsiders, and also because its saying that everything starts off gold, every person, animal, plant and so on. Everyone's pure and innocent, but then life hits you and the gold starts to fade away, you're no longer gold, it was all washed away. I like it because it explains that, everyone starts off gold, but as life progresses, it starts fading away.
My favorite poem in this current moment is a slam poem (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LnMhy8kDiQ) but one of the reasons it is my favorite is that the formatting could be really interesting on paper depending how the author conveys his message. The topic is one that unfortunately, while not the same exact situation, isn't unheard of in my family and I think Patrick Roche really gets to the heart of what that feels like. I highly encourage everyone to watch this slam poem and any others by him.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite would be O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman. It tells a tale about loyalty and determination that can stand the length of time. Although it is about Abraham Lincoln, it can be referring to any leader. It is a universal thought and can be related to anything.
ReplyDeleteSorry I'm getting to this so late but my favorite poem is Furniture Bash by Shel Silverstein. I always remember my mom reading me this prom from when I was really young and it was always my favorite. It has no message or anything but it is just a fun poem and that's why I live it so much. His style of writing is what makes it so good as well.
ReplyDeleteThe hand of the clock
Pinched the foot of the bed,
So the foot of the bed
Kicked the seat of the chair,
So the seat of the chair
Sat on the head of the table,
So the head of the table
Bit the leg of the desk,
So the leg of the desk
Bumped the arm of the couch,
So the arm of the couch
Slapped the face of the clock.
And they pinched and they punched
And they banged and they knocked
And they ripped and they flipped,
And they rolled and they rocked,
And the poor dresser drawer
Got a couple of socks.
There was sawdust and springs
When I turned on the light
After that horrible furniture fight.
And that’s the truth, no lie– no joke.
That’s how your furniture
All got broke.
i watch a lot of button poetry and there are two poems that i have always considered my two favorites. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiTFZtThmEI - "Thighs" by Desireé Dallagiacomo and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqu4ezLQEUA - "Explaining My Depression to My Mother" by Sabrina Benaim. Trigger warning for both videos but i would REALLY encourage everyone to watch these. The reason i like "Thighs" so much is because Desireé has a wonderful peaking voice and she has a nice way of going from making you laugh to making you cry. And "Explaining My Depression to My Mother" makes me cry every single time i watch it. She is so passionate about what she is speaking about and it is also quite a relatable topic for many people. Please please please check these videos out.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXk3uhlhAVY Also this one because if these aren't the truest words ive ever heard i don't know what is.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Wf8y_5Yn4 This video as well because of his raw passion about such a serious topic. okay im terribly sorry ill be going now.
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ReplyDeleteI'm very obsessed with this. I swear I listen to it when I am bored because it has a very nice flow, given my passion for rhyming. I love when a piece rhymes and it's not forced; it's well thought out and meaningful, the rhyme scheme and word choice is purposeful. Also the guy has an accent. like come on accents are always soothing to listen to. This is one reason I am obsessed with this. The other reason is because it's actually a very serious issue I think society needs to come to terms with. Well in all honesty I think society is very aware of this problem, so I suppose it's merely just sad we really haven't created any solutions. We overlook how this will affect children in the future and refuse to put in any effort or time to solve this. We'll only soon regret when we forget the significance of a simple "hello" to a stranger. Guilty....
@Reagan Okay honestly the one with Javon Johnson made me cry at the end. The idea that black people have to be careful with how fast they reach for their wallet in their pocket is very surreal. It hurts me because of how true it is, how unfair it is, but most of all how unlikely it is that one day that will change for the every day black community. In these times and these situations it becomes less hard to understand why things like racism are apparent. I understand why people have such hatred or prejudged thoughts in their minds, I just don't understand how they can go about living with that kind of hatred in their hearts and having such strong pre based opinions and judgments, how they don't know that living like that is more harmful than actual racism. Racism really makes me indulge in some serious thoughts. It really messes me up.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSHnnPunShg
ReplyDeleteI picked this poem for its message. I don't think that the speaker herself is as powerful as some other ones that I've seen, but I think the message in this video id so strong and so relevant. We grow up being taught that skinny girls are pretty girls and muscular guys are the pretty ones. We're taught to go with the flow, dress like everyone else. The speaker in the video used to stuff her bra trying to fit in. Our bodies should not define us. Our bodies are going to go bad, or not look like they should eventually no matter what we do. We are taught the wrong standards and morals.
I don't think I could ever have a favorite poem, but at the moment one poem that I'm really enjoying is Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
ReplyDeleteby Mary Elizabeth Frye
"Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die."
I really love this because it's telling me that the ones we love never really leave us. They are always there in some sort of way. It's our job to figure out how they are still in our lives.