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This one is mine:

I am Cherry Alive

by Delmore Schwartz


‘I am cherry alive,” the little girl sang,
“Each morning I am something new:
I am apple, I am plum, I am just as excited
As the boys who made the Hallowe’en bang:
I am tree, I am cat, I am blossom too:
When I like, if I like, I can be someone new,
Someone very old, a witch in a zoo:
I can be somone else whenever I think who,
And I want to be everything sometimes too,
And I put it in along with everything
To make the grown-ups laugh whenever I sing:
And I sing : It is true; It is untrue;
I know, I know, the true is untrue,
The peach has a pit,
The pit has a peach:
And both may be wrong
When I sing my song,
But I don’t tell the grown-ups, because it is sad,
And I want them to laugh just like I do
Because they grew up
And forgot what they knew
And they are sure
I will forget it some day too.
They are wrong. They are wrong.
When I sang my song, I knew, I knew!
I am red, I am gold,
I am green, I am blue,
I will always be me,
I will always be new!”
 

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Thats so cute, lol
 

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I don't know if it's my favorite poem, but I love how vividly the author describes the beauty of such a simple experience! :-D

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils) - Poem by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed- and gazed- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
 

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Hmm favorite poem... shit there's just too many to choose from.
Well one of my favorite people is Jim Morrison and so I'll choose one of his poems.
(luckily I have one saved in my liked sections on tumblr and it is one of my favorites)
Ignore the shitty tumblr formatting.
As I Look Back
*
As I look back
over my life
I am struck by post
cards
Ruined Snap shots

faded posters
Of a time, I can’t recall

*
I am a Scot, or so
I’m told. Really
the heir of Mystery
Christians

Snake in the Glen
The child of a
Military family…

I rebelled against church
after phases of
fervor

I curried favor in school
& attack’d the teachers

I was given a
desk in the comer

I was a fool
&
The smartest kid
in class

*
Walks in D.C. in
***** streets. The library
& book stores. Orange
brick in warm sun.
The books & poets magic

Then sex gives greater stimulation
Than you’ve ever known &
all peace & books lose their
charm & you are thrown
back on the eye of vision

*
History of Rock
coinciding w/ my
adolescence

Came to LA to
Film School

Venice Summer
Drug Visions
Roof top songs
early struggles &
humiliations

Thanks to the girls
who fed me.

*
Making Records
Elvis had sex-wise
mature voice at 19.

Mine still retains the
nasal whine of a
repressed adolescent
minor squeaks & furies
An interesting singer
at best — a scream
or a sick croon. Nothing
in-between.

*
ROAD DAYS
fear of Plane death
And night was what Night
should be
A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep

I have ploughed
My seed thru the heart
of the nation.
Injected a germ in the psychic blood vein.

Now I embrace the poetry
of business & become - for
a time — a «Prince of Industry»

A natural leader, a poet,
a Shaman, w/ the
soul of a clown.

What am I doing
in the Bull Ring
Arena
Every public figure
running for Leader

Spectators at the Tomb
— riot watchers

Fear of Eyes
Assassination

Being drunk is a good disguise.
I drink so I
can talk to assholes.
This includes me.

The horror of business
The Problem of Money
guilt
do I deserve it?

The Meeting
Rid of Managers & agents

After 4 yrs. I’m left w/ a
mind like a fuzzy hammer

regret for wasted nights
& wasted years
I pissed it all away
American Music

End w/ fond good-bye
& plans for future
— Not an actor
Writer-filmmaker

Which of my cellves ,
will be remember’d

*
Good-bye America
I loved you

Money from home
good luck
stay out of trouble


As I Look Back, Jim Morrison, 1971.
 

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[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]


BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

 

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You have to love this poem. Once you start reading it, you just HAVE to love it. It's more fun to read if you read it out loud. :D

A Jingle of Words
By Betty Scott Stam (1906-1934)

Don’t you love the common words
In usage all the time;
Words that paint a masterpiece,
Words that beat a rhyme,
Words that sing a melody,
Words that leap and run,
Words that sway a multitude,
Or stir the heart of one?

Don’t you love the lively words—
Flicker, leap and flash,
Tumble, stumble, pitch and toss,
Dive and dart and dash,
Scramble, pirouette and prance,
Hurtle, hurdle, fling,
Waddle, toddle, trot and dance,
Soar and snatch and swing?

Don’t you love the lengthy words—
Subterranean,
Artificial, propagate,
Neopolitan,
Revelation, elevate,
Ambidextrous
Undenominational,
Simultaneous?

Don’t you love the noisy words—
Clatter, pop, and bang,
Scrape and creak and snarl and snort,
Crash and clash and clang,
Crackle, cackle, yowl and yap,
Snicker, snare and sneeze,
Screech and bellow, slash and howl,
Whistle, whine and wheeze?

Don’t you love the colourful—
Amber, rose and gold,
Orchid, orange and cerise,
Crimson, emerald,
Purple, plum and lavender,
Peach and Prussian blue,
Turquoise matrix, jade and jet,
Hazel, honeydew?

Yes, with just the common words
In usage everywhere,
You can capture incidents
Beautiful and rare.
In words you have a weapon
More mighty than a gun;
You can sway the multitude
Or stir the heart of one.
 

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@Wiz

That's awesome, I was going to put the same!

It's kind of like the "too easy" option of poems, like an overrated pop song, but that's what I like about it. There's a reason its so popular.

I've always liked things that are simple but quality. I'm like that about food, about music, about films, my choice of tattoo, my clothes, people I like. Just like with all things in life- I feel like a poem loses its beauty the moment it gets too complex. Daffodils has maximum poetic effect in the simplest possible way.

Understated but quality :wink:. I sometimes feel like a reverse hipster cos I'm drawn in this way.
 

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you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young, whatever life you wear

It will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance


EE Cummings
 

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I love this one:

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”

-Rumi
 

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@Wiz

That's awesome, I was going to put the same!

It's kind of like the "too easy" option of poems, like an overrated pop song, but that's what I like about it. There's a reason its so popular.

I've always liked things that are simple but quality. I'm like that about food, about music, about films, my choice of tattoo, my clothes, people I like. Just like with all things in life- I feel like a poem loses its beauty the moment it gets too complex. Daffodils has maximum poetic effect in the simplest possible way.

Understated but quality :wink:. I sometimes feel like a reverse hipster cos I'm drawn in this way.
I totally agree! I think that when things get to deep (both in music, and poetry), it gets just as pretentious as the people pretending to understand it :p There is a lot of beauty in simplicity.

I think this poem relates to a lot of things in life. You could think it's just a field of daffodils, but our minds can make it into so much more.
 

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Its ironic that I don't have a favourite poem, considering I write some...
 
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