Mine is
There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame.
For one last picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'
-Robert Browning, "Childe Roland to the dark Tower came"

"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
- TS Eliot "The Hollow Men"
"tho' we are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
- Alfred Tennyson "Ulysses"
There's also that one that starts with "There was a young lady from venus" but I'm not sure who the author is...

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Yeah that was actually a poem by ee cummings. Not as stupid as it first appears

She smiles
And I undress her with my eyes
She laughs
And I’m naked with her
She looks at me
And my heart pounds
She smiles at me
And I orgasm
I really must get out more

I absolutely love Walter De La Mare's The Listeners
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/22569/22569-h/22569-h.htm#THE_LISTENERS
"But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call."

A man said to the universe:
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
- Stephen Crane

One of my favourite bits is the ending of Robert Frost's "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening":
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Oh, you Babylonian bitch
Blue eyes and purple tits
Between your thighs a pussy lies
And that's what makes my pecker rise.
Yeah, not much into poetry. On the other hand, I know a few good song lyrics.

a dangerous introduction
a sugar glaze over malaise
unphased, I repeat the question
what ways of the heart
gaze the eyes at the start of another first impression?
perfumed skin and manners
awkward smiles and banter
such a fragile presentation
this only belies an indignation
wise to the compromise of such formal salutations
let me tell you dear-- that is NOT what it means to be known
nor will it ever be
for you see
it isn't real
the fruit of the heart is never without its bitter peel
and though it's fine and it's kind
sipping sweet lemon sunshine
don't throw away the rind
because a sin well placed is a sin made divine
and wiggly footed pleasure
should be your only measure of what you do
for you and I always knew
it wasn't until pushed over the edge that we flew
-Cory S.

xD hahaha
anyways heres mine;
"That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die."
Heres another one:
"Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread."
—H. P. Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror"

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra,
trafitto da un raggio di sole.
Ed è subito sera
:-)
(hint: Salvatore Quasimodo)

Here is one I enjoy.
In the Beginning
[First Man:] I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.
[Establishment:] Of course you are my bright little star,
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
Great computer,
You're magnetic ink.
[First Man:] I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
[Inner Man:] There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
Of trials
With smiles.
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.
~ Graeme Edge

I dare not ask your very all:
I only ask a part.
Bring me - when dancers leave the hall -
Your aching heart.
Give other friends your lighted face,
The laughter of the years:
I come to crave a greater grace -
Bring me your tears!
Edwin Markham
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Also, not a poem but I like it . . .
There are parts of a ship which taken by themselves would sink. The engine would sink. The propeller would sink. But when the parts of a ship are built together, they float. So with the events of my life. Some have been tragic. Some have been happy. But when they are built together, they form a craft that floats and is going someplace. And I am comforted.
Ralph W. Sockman

A song by Bill Mallonee
Hat in Hand
Pen the lament, and shadow your eyes.
There's a vapor trail stretching across a Kansas sky.
Dirt-lot kids making dirt-lot plans,
Shuffle forward, your hat in hand
Could be the hangman; could be the noose;
could be the engine; could be the caboose--
It pays to know on which side you stand.
Shuffle forward, your hat in hand.
Yeah gold in this house; there's gold in my band;
There's gold in your blouse; honey, gold in my hand.
It's a rhythm and mystery you don't quite understand.
Shuffle forward, your hat in hand
Run fast after everything,
And that's just what you'll miss.
Live your life opened armed
Or with a clenched fist.
Dirt-lot kids doing dirt-lot deeds,
Way too much living in the minor key.
Burn all these sins in a Love so grand.
Shuffle forward, your hat in hand
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It's hard to say what my favorite poem might be, so here's one I read recently that I really enjoyed.
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Here's one I wrote earlier today. Was in a thoughtful mood.

--
Do you remember the first time you cried
I lied, we sighed, we died inside
Contemplating what's real or what is unknown
The seeds they are sown, once young now is grown

Reflecting on a life less lived
What's this we give, it's such a trip
Believing in a better way
The road's unpaved, we all have our say

You remind me of someone I once knew in a dream
Is it what it seems? The silence just screams
And embraces the darkness, the light all the same
Is life just a game? Is it really that strange?

Come back now to me, let us run with the wind
My hate I rescind, let's live with a grin
Stepping away from the deepness that eclipses the soul
Grow into the role, redemption is whole