Favourite Poem

[flamingskullballs]

The Tiger~william blake


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Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

[maskedpantsman]

I like Afroman poetry.

Colt 45 and 2 zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
we can go to the park
after dark
and smoke that tumbleweed
and as the marijuana burn
we can take our turns
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong
like cheech and chong
selling tapes from here to hong-kong.

beautiful, beautiful.
But in all seriousness, I like anything by Pablo Neruda.

[Melton420]

well in my younger days i made a poem about extasy.



Ecstasy:
A Poem by Ty Melton

Turning round I see, surprised,
a large, round, Green Turbo
I am here, part of it all,
I am part of it all.
I look at the world
and the world looks back at me.
I am not alone.
This is Ecstasy.

Standing, I feel. So Happy,
and Dancing so Eagerly.
My Happiness is like a bud I smoke in a bong,
Just me and Matt Hangin out with John.
When you Roll you Roll all the Way
Not just part of the way, I am Happy to say,
This is Ecstasy

We sing, we laugh, we share
and most of all, we dont care,
We let each other see
the Stupid inside
without shame or anxiety.
We're happy Were free.
God Dammit,

This is Ecstasy.

May All Your Rolls Be Good Rolls,

[dirty raider]

If - Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

[digweed]

pick up the packet,
peal off three skins,
stick em together,
the fun begins.

stick buds crumble.
resin fills the air,
make a hairy fat one bro,
soon I wont have a care.

thick blue smoke soon fills the air,
and slowly down your throat,
music flowing through my head,
feeling every note.

toke after toke,it taste so sweet,
one spliff just aint enough,
repeat the process once again,
youre stoned,its gona be tough.

backy goin everywhere,
pot burns all over your gear,
dont let this stop me though,
more pleasurable than the beer.

no hangovers in the morning,
nite cost less than a score,
didnt make me wana kill the wife,
no police at my front door.

by digweed.

[GanjaASD847]

Has anyone read any of Jim Morrison's poetry? One word- WOW! I'm totally in love with him, his music, his poetry... EvErYtHiNg!!

[maskedpantsman]

I'm in love with your...you....
I'm in love with you.