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#10357352 Dec 02, 2014 at 07:28 AM
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Do you have a favorite poem or poet? If so, share your favorite poem with your fellow guildmates. Be sure to cite the title, the poet's name, and where you found it online.

Then, tell us why you like this particular poem in a paragraph.
Al González
Science Teacher
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#10389613 Dec 09, 2014 at 01:08 PM · Edited over 4 years ago
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my favorite poem is the road not taken by robert frost because it tells about choices and that's what life is about making life changeing choices
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#10782337 Mar 10, 2015 at 01:11 PM · Edited 4 years ago
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My favorite poem is "My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations." From the fault in our stars. By John Green. I found that poem on this site.
I picked that quote because it is in my favorite book The Fault In Our Stars. I also picked that quote because I haven't found another quote like it, so it is a unique quote.
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#10782354 Mar 10, 2015 at 01:16 PM · Edited 4 years ago
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my favorite poem is i ride my horse by Ivy Schexnayder i like it because it tells about the peaceful nature of the horse and because i love horses. i found it on poems about horses.
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#10782400 Mar 10, 2015 at 01:25 PM
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My favorite poem is Ickle me Pickle me too . Its just a really fun poem and i used to read it over and over again when i was little
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#10838159 Mar 23, 2015 at 01:22 PM
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Thanatos
Holding death so close
A shudder of pain
Pleasure’s mundane
Keep me alive
For now I’ll thrive
On the edges of destruction
Staring into life’s reflection
Nothingness is near
Forever presently here
Feeling strongly the loss
Embrace the Chaos.

this is a poem about the Greek minor God thanatos God of death the poem is by Rachel Mortaley
Mc username:CopyCat421 likes sword art online,Tacos.Dislikes Guacamole nothing much else than that
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#10842593 Mar 24, 2015 at 01:21 PM
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My favorite poem is the summer I was sixteen, by Geraldine conolly. I just like cause it explains me or at least what I think I am going to be like when I am sixteen
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#11065509 May 18, 2015 at 12:56 PM
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My favorite poem is The Road Not Yet taken by Robert Frost because it takes a while to understand and what I saw in the poem is choices and I really like it
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#11722513 Nov 06, 2015 at 03:20 PM
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one of my favorite poems would be i don't know who they are from but i will tell you eny way the strength of the wolf is the pack and the strength of the pack is the wolf and the other one is when lambs become lions rise up ok bye
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#11806796 Nov 29, 2015 at 08:37 AM · Edited over 3 years ago
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"Who are you to judge the life that I live? I know I am not perfect and I don't live to be. But before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean!" -Bob Marley

I like this poem because It's saying, I don't really care if you think I'm perfect or not. I know I'm not perfect and it's not like I try to be, and I feel that a lot in life, and that's one of the reasons that I love this poem! Sometimes people expect me to be perfect. Or if I am trying really hard on something and striving to make it better, or wanting more, they tell me to stop and perceive it as I'm making it hard, complicated and perfect. And before you blame or judge someone else you have to look at yourself and see if you do it, or if it's just the persons personality, or maybe their just trying to make something better.


BTW- I just looked up quotes online and looked at images and it was there, but an easier way to find it is look up Bob Marley quotes and you can find it at a website called "Bob Marley Quotes (Author of Bob Marley - Legend)" heres a link,
www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/25241.Bob_Marley
I like applesauce!!!!
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#12314019 Apr 22, 2016 at 02:16 PM · Edited 3 years ago
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My favorite poem.
" You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice you have."


Poem by Bob Marley

I like this poem because you don't know how strong you are until you see it when you want to show it. Also it shows how brave you are. And you show other people not to pick on you and that you are brave enough to stand up for yourself.



https://www.google.com/search?q=bob+marley+lion+poem&safe=strict&espv=2&biw=1536&bih=783&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwikiMSh16_MAhUJ7GMKHVtTBpkQ_AUIBigB#safe=strict&tbm=isch&q=bob+marley+animal++poem&imgrc=PrzpUcGZAWAWFM%3A
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#12348617 May 03, 2016 at 03:24 PM · Edited 3 years ago
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fire and ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
by Robert frost

fire and ice


I enjoy this poem because fire and ice are some fascinating elements of forms and as well in the poem it says that I think the world will end in fire, why I am sharing this because it is trying into global warming wich we have learned about in science so it ties into science but the quest is in wow whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.


stay curious.
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#12823178 Nov 01, 2016 at 01:59 PM · Edited over 2 years ago
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Thomas Hardys The Darkling Thrush
I found it at
https://interestingliterature.com/2015/12/29/a-short-analysis-of-thomas-hardys-the-darkling-thrush/

I like it because it's about winter and the way things are when winter hits.
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#12830522 Nov 04, 2016 at 02:13 PM · Edited over 2 years ago
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"Cat haiku:
Forever waiting...
The empty food bowl taunts me
Well? Where's my dinner?"

by Mrs.Baia's Adult ESL Classroom

I really like the way it's a silly haiku about cats. It's really funny how it's an elegant and simple haiku, but it's about a cute kitty. I like the way it kind of contradicts itself like that. Its also cool how it's from the point of view of a cat.
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#12830526 Nov 04, 2016 at 02:15 PM · Edited over 2 years ago
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"The Loser'

"Mama said I'd lose my head
If it wasn't fastened on.
Today I guess it wasn't
'Cause while playing with my cousin
It fell off and rolled away
And now it's gone.
And I can't look for it
'Cause my eyes are in it,
And I can't call to it
'Cause my mouth is on it
(Couldn't hear me anyway
'Cause my ears are on it),
Can't even think about it
'Cause my brain is in it.
So I guess I'll sit down
On this rock
And rest for just a minute...."


- Shel Silverstein

http://www.qu-i-x.com/loser.html

I like the poem because it is funny by how the "rock" that he is sitting on is his head. It's also funny because usually you don't lose your head in the first place. When you look at the title it said ds like the person is a loser like in games but that's not what happened. Another thing that is funny is that his mom said that he would lose his head someday and that he thought that she ment have it roll away.
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#13004456 Jan 20, 2017 at 02:07 PM
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edgar alan poe the raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/48860

i have always liked edgar alan poe and when i heard about this i had decided to check it out and when i read it i had absolutely loved it. I think i had loved the poem because i have always liked sad and poems and i find this one truly adoring as i have mentioned, anyway i like this poem because of the story that there is here and how the man is stubborn about the raven and all the raven is doing is saying nevermore and the fact that he has never moved to this day as the poem suggests
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#13021153 Jan 27, 2017 at 01:58 PM
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My favorite poem is by Christy Ann Martin because it's about nature and I shoot deer and stuff.... One time this deer i shot in the necks
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#13021157 Jan 27, 2017 at 01:58 PM · Edited 2 years ago
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My favorite poem is by Christy Ann Martin because it's about nature and I shoot deer and stuff..
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#13782669 May 30, 2018 at 01:59 PM
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School is cool when you want to get away for 8 hours,
School is lame if you have to sit there and do work,
When your parents hate you and you begin to cry, well go to school becuse they will never think to find you there,
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#13782670 May 30, 2018 at 01:59 PM
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Shel Silverstein, https://medium.com/@hccb/shel-silverstein-poems-to-relive-again-and-again-4e8ebd
"If you are a dreamer, come in, if your a dreamer,a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, A pray-er, A magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by the fire For we some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!
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