Your Favorite Poems (Now or Ever)?

A poem by Rumi, who I don’t know much about, I’m sorry for my ignorance, but this was said recently by someone,

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.

I’ll meet you there."

It means or it could be anything, but to me it means we are all humans in the most basic form. I hurt just as you do.

“Mongrel Heart” by David Baker
and now he’s howling like a beagle – yips, brays,
gagging growls – and scratching the sill paintless,
that’s how much he’s missed you, the two of you,

(Not part of poem) About Dogs.

This was my favorite Poem when I was an angsty teen. Found it in English class, everyone had to read a Poem aloud. I got a standing ovation.

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin

They f#ck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were f#cked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

Not sure about now, I’m not up on my Poetry.

Thanks for sharing.
I like the love song of J Alfred Prufrock too.
“Do i dare eat a peach.”

Too many to name but Poe’s “Raven” is probably my all time all time. “Alone” is also a favorite. Matter of fact his entire collection is completely amazing, but we all know that!!! Most of His works just touch my soul and are beautiful to read aloud with some affliction in your voice. Just so dark and so pleasing to the ear at the same time. Ill dig up some others that are a little lesser known and post them in a bit.

Oh, oh! I almost forgot! Let me add: Altazor by the Chilean poet, Vicente Huidobro. It is a long Spanish poem about various things with themes of nature and God, written in this confessional style.

Don’t really have a favorite one but I love most of Paul Durcan’s stuff :slight_smile:


We disagree to disagree, we divide, we differ;
Yet each night as I lie in bed beside you
And you are faraway curled up in sleep
I array the moonlit ceiling with a mosaic of question-marks;
How was it I was so lucky to have ever met you?
I am no brave pagan proud of my mortality
Yet gladly on this changeling earth I should live for ever
If it were with you, my sleeping friend.
I have my troubles, and I shall always have them
But I should rather live with you for ever
Than exchange my troubles for a changeless kingdom.
But I do not put you on a pedestal or throne;
You must have your faults but I do not see them.
If it were with you. I should live for ever.

– Paul Durcan