Poetry

[Suguru101]

What are some of your favorite poems? What makes them great to you?

If you want to post some of your own poems also, go ahead.

This is one of my favorites:


Do not go gentle into that good night

-Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[ROCSteady]

Probably ' In The Spare Of a Moment' by Agent Zero. So deep, so pained.


In the spare of the moment I looked to your eyes for the easy comfort that I'd looked for seeing the slow moving waves swaying but a rapid uncontrollable tide set ablaze only seeing me in the reflection knowing I was the cause.

In the spare of the moment I knew that what I thought was freedom was but a sentence to life in your tormenting prison.

In the spare of the moment I knew that the illusion that I thought was love was but a trick of evil deception locking me away in the depths of your heart.
In the spare of the moment I knew I had given it to you, I knew that I had given you the satisfaction to control my life. I left for you, after these words you con me into saying and you stole it away before I knew what I had done and when I realized it I thought I could break it but I couldn't because that was part of it to give you more power.

In the spare of the moment I thought I had broken your spell that you so simply called love not knowing its lingering affects. Not knowing I had sealed more a long hand delivered what you wanted straight to control, you wanted me to say it then scare me into denial thus leaving me to run trapping myself. In the spare of the moment my life was over, I was at your disposal, I died there in an instance.

In the spare of that very moment you used your "love” to leave me with but guilt and despair and I figured I couldn’t help it as this power was too great for my soul to contain so you harness it to your own power. I gave you the reins to my heart for you to whip me for the rest of my life and yet every lash left a tiny but indefinite painful scar for me to live with and show. You had everything you could possibly want and I gave it to you. In the spare of the moment.

...........In the spare of that very moment you won.

....In that moment I died

... In that moment love changed all and transformed to power.....

In that moment love chained me down.

Love can shift the tables..............*whispers and fades* in the spare of.....a moment.

[CelticBaller]

spit it like a beretta nobody do it better *****