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#1
So I need to recite a poem for Speech tomorrow but I'm not very knowledgable in the poem department so if any of you guys could share your favorite or just good poems i would ever so grateful

thanks!
#2
Little shining star,
Why can I not be near you?
Refridgerator.
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That's some bony hipster sex, which may be the best kind.
#3
Recite all of Beowulf.
Or, actually, read some Alexander Pope or Yeats.
If you don't know them just google them.
You can find some poems.
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I'm thinking you've got a beard...

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Okay well I want whiter teeth... and I would like to know if rubbing sandpaper on your teeth is safe or not.
#4
I've always loved If by Rudyard Kipling.

http://www.swarthmore.edu/~apreset1/docs/if.html
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dude, you don't even deserve her. women deserve respect. not rights, but respect. =]
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Having absolutely no body hair streamlines you. Means you can play guitar faster


#5
The Toaster by William Jay Smith

A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red
Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread
I hand him fat slices, and then, one by one
He hands them back when he sees they are done
#6
Money Get Back
I'm all right jack
Keep your hands off of my stack

New Car
Caviar
Four Star Daydream
THink I'll buy me a football team

Boom right there. Gold.
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#8
I wrote a pretty badass sonnet the other day...

I'll send it to you if you want.
Keep the change, pimps don't jangle
#10
Quote by Arthur Curry
google some e.e. cummings.


Immature jokes incoming.
We sailed through endless skies...

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if someone sigs this i will be fairly displeased.


Lady Gaga has a penis! >>EVIDENCE<<

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#13
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The Toaster by William Jay Smith

A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red
Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread
I hand him fat slices, and then, one by one
He hands them back when he sees they are done



You sir, have brightened my day.
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'member The Pit of 10'? oH, I 'member!


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#14
Birth by Cécile Cloutier

Perfect from the start
That small cell
Contains
Already
The wrinkles and death
of an old man.

And

Gadji beri bimba by Hugo Ball

gadji beri bimba glandridi laula lonni cadori
gadjama gramma berida bimbala glandri galassassa laulitalomini
gadji beri bin blassa glassala laula lonni cadorsu sassala bim
gadjama tuffm i zimzalla binban gligla wowolimai bin beri ban
o katalominai rhinozerossola hopsamen laulitalomini hoooo
gadjama rhinozerossola hopsamen
bluku terullala blaulala loooo

zimzim urullala zimzim urullala zimzim zanzibar zimzalla zam
elifantolim brussala bulomen brussala bulomen tromtata
velo da bang band affalo purzamai affalo purzamai lengado tor
gadjama bimbalo glandridi glassala zingtata pimpalo ögrögöööö
viola laxato viola zimbrabim viola uli paluji malooo

tuffm im zimbrabim negramai bumbalo negramai bumbalo tuffm i zim
gadjama bimbala oo beri gadjama gaga di gadjama affalo pinx
gaga di bumbalo bumbalo gadjamen
gaga di bling blong
gaga blung
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#16
Tales of Olde Lore
In Days of Old when Knights were bold
And Toilets weren't invented
They did their load
In the middle of the Road
And went off quite contented.

In Days of Old when Knights were bold
And Girls were not particular
They all stood up
Against the Wall
And did it Perpendicular.

George 'Dubya' Bush

or Dylan Thomas "Do Not Go Softly into that Good Night"
#17
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The Raven by Poe.

Epic piece.


I agree! the Raven gives me chills..I like the simpsons version though
#18
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Money Get Back
I'm all right jack
Keep your hands off of my stack

New Car
Caviar
Four Star Daydream
THink I'll buy me a football team

Boom right there. Gold.

heh, i saw that part of the Wall on some VH1 countdown yesterday...

uh, do the odessey. like, the ENTIRE odessey. that'll probably get you some extra points or something...
If man is 5, if man is 5, if man is 5,
then the Devil is 6, then the Devil is 6, then the Devil is 6, the Devil is 6,
And if the Devil is 6,

then God is 7, then God is 7, then God is 7
This monkey's gone to heaven.
#19
Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Look it up, and memorize it, all 16 pages worth
call me Shelby

#20
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
The medium is the message!
#21
what if a much of a which of a wind

http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/769.html

id be badass if you recited all that. its pretty short too, and the link has analysis so you dont have to do it.
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#23
Quote by The Rambler
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.



Wow...I am using this thank you very much everyone!
#24
since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

e. e. cummings


absolutely bomb poem.


or maybe "11 Outlined Epitaphs"

its the only actual poem i've been able to find written by bob dylan.
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i like my women like i like my coffee tied up in a sack over the back of a donkey
#26
"Paradise Lost" by John Milton...its written in ten books but is still a poem
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#28
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"The Tyger" by William Blake has always been a favorite of mine, and its easy to remember


+1, its good and not too long.
TO ALL MY KILLERS AND MY HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLERS...
...TO EMO KIDS THAT GOT TOO MANY FEELINGS
#29
i just had to read "self portrait in a convex mirror" by john ashbury for class. that is some dense stuff. you should read that one, it is only 20 pages.
#30
She stood on the bridge at midnight
Her lips were all a quiver
She gave a cough
Her legs fell off
And floated down the river
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#31
To Autumn - John Keats.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.



Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.



Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
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Porn is everywhere. Look around.
Porn is in the forest, in your parents bedroom, in the sea.
But most importantly, in your heart.
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#32
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other

Classic, I think it's by Lear, not sure though. Also, I quite like Seigfreid Sassoon (WWI)

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Today I stole a girls tampons for being such an annoying bitch.





MUFC


My love for you
Is like a truck
Berserker.
#33
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One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other

Classic, I think it's by Lear, not sure though. Also, I quite like Seigfreid Sassoon (WWI)

dude! awesome!

i so remember this from when i was a little kid.
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#34
Quote by TheCaptain777
The Toaster by William Jay Smith

A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red
Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread
I hand him fat slices, and then, one by one
He hands them back when he sees they are done


that's fantastic

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dude! awesome!

i so remember this from i was a kid.


It's brilliant eh, I think it's the first poem I actually enjoyed, my dad told me it when I was very young.

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youmakemesmile...

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Today I stole a girls tampons for being such an annoying bitch.





MUFC


My love for you
Is like a truck
Berserker.
#35
i love a sunburnt country by dorethea mackellar.

great aussie poem about australia

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded Lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens,
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me.

The tragic ring-barked forests
Stark white beneath the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
An orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the crimson soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart around us
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold;
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown Country
My homing thoughts will fly.
#36
Dulce et decorum est, by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.


It's about the horrors of the First World War.
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#37
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Dulce et decorum est, by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.


It's about the horrors of the First World War.


Brilliant poem, had to study that one in school.

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Today I stole a girls tampons for being such an annoying bitch.





MUFC


My love for you
Is like a truck
Berserker.
#38
Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice"

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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~Napoleon Bonaparte
#39
Fire Engines are red,
Police Cars are blue,
They're both on their way,
Now I set fire to you.
#40
Quote by Zero-Hartman
Brilliant poem, had to study that one in school.


eh? dolce isnt all that bad. i prefer anthem for doomed youth neways...

ozymandias by shelley is my fav, 'look on my works ye mighty and despair'
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