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I love The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. I really enjoy the way he describes the narrator's fear, the way he talks himself out of social interaction because he is so terrified of his failure within it. It's pretty powerful as an emotion.
Stevie Smith-Not Waving but Drowning
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
It really appeals to me because at times we are all too far out, not waving but drowning and no one knows we are in trouble, and barely hanging on.
"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
Desiderata written by Max Ehrmann
...it never fails to help me find my equilibrium...
Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I've always enjoyed Langston's ability to rhyme without it sounding forced and the subject of this poem in particular is a favorite of mine own.
Suicide and Other Comforts (by Dani Filth [Songwriter of Cradle of Filth])
An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon the survival
Of this lorded agony
And I, (much as I have tried
To bury Her from mind,
Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)
Still sense Her presence so divine
Lithe arms about my throat
Like pining swans entwined
Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
This is actually a song, but is so well-written it can be considered poetry. I can relate heavily to this piece.
I think that as of right now my favorite poem of all time is "My Friend William" by Charles Bukowski, and hell, I can't say in a public forum why it is.
by kallini20105 years ago
What is your favourite poem about a loss?
by Dedicated Content Curator4 years ago
Hi I'm here to moan about Bubblews and non payment. Bubblews have not paid me for legitimate payment requests spanning back 6 weeks or so.I am angry, I am bitter - and, as a writer, I am now writing First I wrote...
by Paul Goodman6 years ago
They could award it to the hubbers who consistently complain the most in the forums?;-)
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