Favorite lines of verse?

The following are my favorite lines of verse. What are yours?

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

Wm Blake

Favorite lines of verse?
what do u see nurses

what do u see

what do u see when u r looking at me?

an old woman not very wise

uncertain of habit

with faraway eyes





look closer u r not looking see me



i cant remember all of it and by whom without looking it up but i do like ti
Reply:Salutation to the dawn



Look to this day.For it is life,

The very life of life.

In it's brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence:

The bliss of growth,

The glory of action,

The splendour of achievement,

For yesterdays but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision,

But to day well lived makes yesterday a dream of happiness

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well,therefore,to this day.



Such is the salutation to the dawn.



Kalidasa
Reply:Oh come sweet flower

and warm my bed.

Tell me such thoughts

as fill your head.

Whisper to me

you secret sighs,

and tell me what sadness it is

that coats your eyes.
Reply:Hired, Tired, Fired.

Unknown
Reply:i didn't get you any flower, for flower though they look so sweet

they'll soon fade away
Reply:I've never seen a purple cow,

I never hope to see one,

but I can tell you right now,

I'd rather see than be one.



Ogden Nash
Reply:prayers can do anything

that god can do,

which is everything!
Reply:You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don't even know what songs

would please you. I have given up trying

to recognize you in the surging wave of the next

moment. All the immense

images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,

cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected

turns in the path,

and those powerful lands that were once

pulsing with the life of the gods-

all rise within me to mean

you, who forever elude me.



You, Beloved, who are all

the gardens I have ever gazed at,

longing. An open window

in a country house-, and you almost

stepped out, pensive, to meet me.

Streets that I chanced upon,-

you had just walked down them and vanished.

And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors

were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,

gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?

perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us

yesterday, separate, in the evening...
Reply:we eat food all different colours why does it always come out brown? theres somethings that the grownups just dont tell you.

mike harding
Reply:The Fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.



Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy.

In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.

Now see I

That warmth's the very stuff of poesy.

Oh God, make small

The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,

That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.



TE Hulme



Something to keep in mind now that winter's on its way and the homeless will be sleeping rough on the streets.
Reply:I'd go with the Kipling verse above, but here is another:-



What is this life if full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time when fields we pass,

To see where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
Reply:I don't read it. But i write some :



For a lady questioner who liked diamonds. She wanted a riddle-



With lots of faces, not a crowd.

sings in color, not aloud.

The more i weigh, the more they sigh.

some kill to have, some love to buy..



This was a light hearted birthday poem i wrote for a questioner. It lost (",). -



I wish i could think, of something to say,

to make your birthday nice.

But it's been fifty years, and too many beers,

And you look like you've been here twice.



I got you a wig - you know, just in-case.

And botox for all of your head.

But they caught in the breeze, in the bushes and trees.

And the Pug looks real good, but he's dead.
Reply:why do brown cows give white milk when they only eat green grass?
Reply:Sorry - I didn't realise this site had been converted into a poetry reading room.
Reply: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,

Kipling

It becomes more apt each day
Reply:While you and i have lips and voices which

are for kissing and to sing with

who cares if some oneyed son of a *********

invents an instrument to measure Spring with?

ee cummings
Reply:This for when I feel sad-



When chasing days make me sad,



I don't think about myself;



I'll live as long as I should.



Its because time may change you



I fear sunsets and feel lost.



This for when I am happy-



Watch now the beauty of the crescent moon as it ascends,



Ripping the darkness with its light; look , a scythe of silver



Mowing a black prairie that's clustered with white narcissi.



Abbas Ibn Al AhNaf 750- 809 Abbasid Poet
Reply:I liked your choice.

My favorite is

I walked for miles at night along the beach,

composing bad blank verse and searching endlessly

for someone wonderful

who would step out of the darkness

and change my life.

it never crossed my mind that

that person could be ME
Reply:Everybody's call is just waiting to be found

And everyone who called just made it to me

So **** it all cause I don't care

So what, somehow, somewhere we dare to try

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