Post your favourite poem

[Yukon_Niner]

Suicide in the Trenches - Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Suicide in the Trenches Full Text - Text of the Poem - Owl Eyes

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I remember reading it in my war and conflict in English years ago. Still stuck with me, now post yours chaps.

 

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[Marsh]

This is a poem by a young Chicago prodigy I believe this was the most influential art piece of the last decade

These es love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with them O boys,
You gon' get fucked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra,
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys,
We got lots of dough boy

 

[Oud]

I Admire You, by Roy Machamire:
I know of a country,

That shines above the tallest buildings and the highest mountains,

I know of a country that did the unthinkable,

A coup with no blood shed,

I know of a country

That had a coup where a sitting president was treated like a sitting a president with dignity and respect,

I know of a country,

Where the old and the young came together from all walks of life with their differences set aside,

I know of a country,

That policed themselves and marched in the streets in solidarity with a simple wish that was rooted and justified from many years of suffering,

I know of a country,

That wished for a new day, and a new leadership with a new perspective,

I know of a country,

That went through severe poverty, social and economic injustice,

I know of a country,

That had every reason to pick up guns and redefine their future,

But they didn’t. They couldn’t!

For that’s not who they are.

I know of a country,

That is so peaceful, so loving, and so full of class.

I know of a country,

That defines resilience better than a rubber band,

I know of a country

That went to a bank to withdraw their own hard earned money and there was no money in the bank,

I know of a country,

That was and is so educated and full of natural resources, and yet there were no jobs for its own people,

I know of a country,

That wasn’t paid for their work, and the rich got richer at the expense of the poor.

I know of a country,

That had no healthcare infrastructure to take care of its own people when in need.

I know of a country,

That loves and welcomes all people from different nations, ethnic and religious backgrounds,

I know of a country

With the people I will forever admire, the people of Zimbabwe.

 

[Yukon_Niner]

This is a poem by a young Chicago prodigy I believe this was the most influential art piece of the last decade

These es love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with them O boys,
You gon' get fucked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra,
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys,
We got lots of dough boy

I knew I should've tagged the few cultured folks on this site

@Radical Canjeerorism @Kanini @The Good @Saredo @sophisticate @Medulla @Jiron @beenleey @Afrique @Basic @Wiilyam Ina Sheekh Zubeer @astorecalledkmart

 

[CaliTedesse]

 

[Marsh]

I knew I should've tagged the few cultured folks on this site

@Radical Canjeerorism @Kanini @The Good @Saredo @sophisticate @Medulla @Jiron @beenleey @Afrique @Basic @Wiilyam Ina Sheekh Zubeer @astorecalledkmart

i am cultured in the ways of sosa
The statue of liberty poem is also good though I see you not accepting art of people of a lower class to be quite elitist. Here is that poem which represents a beautiful concept which is the american dream. The ability to create your own destiny and even the lowest among us can achieve success. Some say it dosent exist anymore but it is still quite influential.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 

[Yukon_Niner]

i am cultured in the ways of sosa
The statue of liberty poem is also good though I see you not accepting art of people of a lower class to be quite elitist. Here is that poem which represents a beautiful concept which is the american dream. The ability to create your own destiny and even the lowest among us can achieve success. Some say it dosent exist anymore but it is still quite influential.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Haye haye laakin when I said poems I meant the elitist shit or stuff based on significant events.

English you damn tranny lover, a total of 4 people will probably understand this.

 

[Xasusi]

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

 

[Genesis]

Gucci Gang, ooh, yeah, Lil Pump, yeah, Gucci Gang, ooh

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My love do cocaine, ooh
I f*ck a , I forgot her name
I can't buy a no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)

 

[Genesis]

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

GCSE English Literature

 

[Yukon_Niner]

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Ozymandias, truly a legendary poem. One of my favourite too. "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings. Look on my works, ye mighty and despair"

Still my favourite part of the poem

GCSE English was amazing

 

[Xasusi]

GCSE English Literature

English lit and lang were free for the taking

 

[Radical]

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost...



Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

 

[Yukon_Niner]

English lit and lang were free for the taking

Lang was easy but lit had the best content, I use to write 10+ pages for every one of my exams including the practice.

Smashed them with A's

 

[Xasusi]

This one is dedicated to a special lady, who posts on here. She knows who she is.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent

 

[Genesis]

English lit and lang were free for the taking

I wrote complete bullshit on my paper, and I got a 7. On god, I didn't know what I writing.

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[Yukon_Niner]

Remains- Simon armitage


On another occasion, we get sent out
to tackle looters raiding a bank.
And one of them legs it up the road,
probably armed, possibly not.

Well myself and somebody else and somebody else
are all of the same mind,
so all three of us open fire.
Three of a kind all letting fly, and I swear

I see every round as it rips through his life –
I see broad daylight on the other side.
So we’ve hit this looter a dozen times
and he’s there on the ground, sort of inside out,

pain itself, the image of agony.
One of my mates goes by
and tosses his guts back into his body.
Then he’s carted off in the back of a lorry.

End of story, except not really.
His blood-shadow stays on the street, and out on patrol
I walk right over it week after week.
Then I’m home on leave. But I blink

and he bursts again through the doors of the bank.
Sleep, and he’s probably armed, possibly not.
Dream, and he’s torn apart by a dozen rounds.
And the drink and the drugs won’t flush him out –

he’s here in my head when I close my eyes,
dug in behind enemy lines,
not left for dead in some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land
or six-feet-under in desert sand,

but near to the knuckle, here and now,
his bloody life in my bloody hands

 

[Xasusi]

I wrote complete bullshit on my paper, and I got a 7. On god, I didn't know what I writing.

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>7
You're too young, back in my day we got letters

 

[CaliTedesse]

Haye haye laakin when I said poems I meant the elitist shit or stuff based on significant events.

English you damn tranny lover, a total of 4 people will probably understand this.

Not my problem you only understand English you illiterate khaniis kkkkkkk