Writing Favorite poems? (that you didn't write)

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]A lot of OBers write poetry, obviously, but does anyone here read it? Surely we've all got some poems we loved, or we wouldn't be so into writing them.

my favorite is technically a song, but I think it was origionally itended as a poem. This was actually what made me want to do poetry (and I would definetely like to do a cover of either this song or Aura). It's from the rather popular .hack//SIGN soundtrack and is as follows.

[B]Fake Wings[/B] by[B] Yuki Kajiura[/B]

Shine, bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we walk the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
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[Lord Of Terror]

I like that once too.

[Dragonboym2]

[COLOR=Blue]I've allways been a fan of Poe's classic poem, "The Raven"(Have you seen the Simpson's version of it from the first Halloween speical? Fun stuff.).
Besides that, I've been a fan of the works of Shel Silverstein.
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[COLOR=Navy]THE HOMEWORK MACHINE By Shel Silverstein

The homework machine, oh the homework machine,
the greatest contraption you ever did see!
Just put in your homework, drop in a dime, snap on the switch, and n ten seconds time,
your homewrok comes out as clean as can be! Nine plus four, and the answer is, THREE.
Three? Oh me. I guess it wasn't as perfect as I thought it would be.

THE CROCILDE WENT TO THE DENTIST

Oh the crocadile went to the dentist. And he sat down right in the chair, and the dentist said "Well tell me sir, why does it hurt and where?" The crocadile said "To tell you the truth, I got a terrilbe, terrilbe, ache in my tooth." And he opned his jaws, so wide, so wide, the dentist he climbed right inside. The dentist laughed. "OH, isn't this fun!" as he pulled the teeth out, one by one.
And the crocidle cried "Your hurting me so! Put down your pliers, and let me go!"
The dentist just laughed with a HO, HO,HO! and said "I still got twelve to go! WHOOPS! That's the wrong one, I confess! But what's a crocidle tooth more or less?" Suddenly, the jaws went SNAP.
The dentist was gone. Right off the map. Where did he go? It's anyones' guess. He may have east, or north, or west. He didn't leave a forwarding adress.
But what's one dentist, more or less?

ONE PICTURE PUZZLE PIECE

One picture puzzle piece. Lyin' on the sidewalk. One picture puzzle piece, soaking in the rain. It might be a button of blue. On the coat of the woman who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean.
Or a fold in the red-velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the bite of apple her step-mother gave to snow white.
It might be the vail of a bride, or a bottle with some sort of evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair, on the big bouncy belly of Bobo the bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak of the whitch of the west, as she melted to smoke.
It might be the shadowy trace of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possilties than one old wet, picture puzzle piece.


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