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Weird question of the evening! I'm practicing my calligraphy, and specifically I want to learn copperplate, and there's only so many Lorem Ipsums I can write out. I need something interesting. I've always claimed to dislike poetry but surely there must be some of it I'd like. Two poets I don't hate are Seamus Heaney and Pablo Neruda. Camões reminds me too much of uni and makes me want to poke my eyes out. Something I can find on the internet or from the library would be nice. Recommendations? I can cope with English, Spanish or Portuguese. |
Recommend me some poetry!
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Angel_Treats 11,070 posts
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MetalDog 24,076 posts
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Metalfish 9,191 posts
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Registered 16 years agoEdgar Alan Poe!
EDIT: ARGH GET OUT OF MY BRAIN METALDOG -
Dog > Fish -
Load_2.0 33,582 posts
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Who went to a masquerade ball.
Just for a stunt
He went dressed as a cunt,
And was fucked by a dog in the hall. -
DavetheDave 1,391 posts
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Registered 13 years agoI like:
Serenity Prayer
Kipling's If
Footprints
but these might be a bit obvious and you may have already thought of them. -
MetalDog 24,076 posts
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Registered 20 years ago*grins*
Bit of Browning? -
repairmanjack 6,133 posts
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Registered 15 years agoTry some Tony Harrison, for something utterly unique and affecting. May I recommend "Marked with D". -
Angel_Treats 11,070 posts
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Registered 18 years agoDavetheDave wrote:
I like:
Serenity Prayer
Kipling's If
Footprints
but these might be a bit obvious and you may have already thought of them.
Should have said nothing religious.gif)
Keep 'em coming. Poe might be good.
Load $'s effort is most definitely getting the calligraphy treatment. -
DavetheDave 1,391 posts
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Registered 13 years agoHow about Fight Club's haiku? -
DavetheDave 1,391 posts
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Registered 13 years agoOr Blake's The Tiger? -
Nothing religious? I'm not religious, at all, but you're depriving yourself of some great stuff there! .gif)
Some of my favourites:
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Cynddylan on a Tractor by RS Thomas
Two in the Campagna by Robert Browning
The Scholars by WB Yeats
The Sun Rising by John Donne
Ode to Autumn by Keats -
elstoof 28,125 posts
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Registered 16 years agoPam Ayres.
A west country accent adds much to her works. -
Angel_Treats 11,070 posts
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Registered 18 years agoFight Club haiku
I have a lot to learn! -
morriss 71,293 posts
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Registered 17 years agoAnd the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me? -
Super_Zee 2,105 posts
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Registered 15 years agoHave a look at Blood Wedding by Federico Garcia Lorca (the translation by David Johnston, not the less poetic Ted Hughes version). The language is beautiful throughout but you might want to skip to Act 3 when it all turns a bit surreal - the Moon and Death come out to hunt down the fleeing couple and the poetry is stunning.
It's also my favourite play of all time. -
DavetheDave 1,391 posts
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Registered 13 years agoAngel_Treats wrote:
Fight Club haiku
I have a lot to learn!
Can I get that in a 5x10? -
Angel_Treats 11,070 posts
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Registered 18 years agoDavetheDave wrote:
Angel_Treats wrote:
Fight Club haiku
I have a lot to learn!
Can I get that in a 5x10?
that's probably the first joined up writing I've done since about 1992. -
gang_of_bitches 5,707 posts
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Registered 16 years agoWell if you want someting you can knock off quickly I'd go for Mahabharata, just the 90,000 verses. -
Master_Miller 1,639 posts
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Registered 15 years agoMicheal Longley's really worth a look. -
Bloodastral 93 posts
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Registered 12 years agoThe Wraith
Haunting dreams;
The sweat glistening naked body of a woman
Now arisen, her moaning dissipated.
Thrown back sheets perspiration dampened.
She runs smooth shaking fingers through her hair,
Bleak silence in the overcast room,
The shadows return her stare.
A shade of man, paralysis to the eye
She finds within the subtle complications of her mind.
A phantom stalker of the gloom filled night
Had crept within to haunt the thoughts of man.
She rests her palms, flat against her white thighs
The physical touch a reassuring rein, to halt abrupt
The cantering path of nights oblivion.
The reiterated chorus of the wind
Rattling on the latticed window frames,
Draws back in its assault,
Heeding the quiet menace of the room. She gasps
In cold fear and ectasy, the chilly touch of night now rests;
Upon her heaving breasts slender fingers swirl
And nights still air, upon her body nests.
Her lithe white legs now feel the caressing breath,
As like the fanning wings of angels
The air is fired with warmth and icy chill. Intangible
Shapes of grey clasp now her body, lest
In her naked fear and feel for paradise,
She clasps her strength and cracks this darkened pool,
Of swirling waters and tepid insurrection.
A cacophany of sounds pierce her trembling lips.
Satin drops of blood break from her skin,
As ruby red they scatter.
The wraith's desireable embrace turns to grey
Steel crushing membranes.
Love to horror.
Tenderness to vampirism. -
localnotail 23,079 posts
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Registered 13 years agoPhilip Larkin - This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself. -
The boy stood on the burning deck
He turned to face the front
He saw a woman standing there
and so he punched her in the hang on my phone's ringing -
Red-Moose 5,344 posts
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Registered 19 years agoI was once in spite
Seven short of a monkey's bollock
So I left it there -
Xerx3s 23,970 posts
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Registered 17 years agoKeats, failing that, this. -
Bloodastral wrote:
The Wraith
Haunting dreams;
The sweat glistening naked body of a woman
Now arisen, her moaning dissipated.
Thrown back sheets perspiration dampened.
She runs smooth shaking fingers through her hair,
Bleak silence in the overcast room,
The shadows return her stare.
A shade of man, paralysis to the eye
She finds within the subtle complications of her mind.
A phantom stalker of the gloom filled night
Had crept within to haunt the thoughts of man.
She rests her palms, flat against her white thighs
The physical touch a reassuring rein, to halt abrupt
The cantering path of nights oblivion.
The reiterated chorus of the wind
Rattling on the latticed window frames,
Draws back in its assault,
Heeding the quiet menace of the room. She gasps
In cold fear and ectasy, the chilly touch of night now rests;
Upon her heaving breasts slender fingers swirl
And nights still air, upon her body nests.
Her lithe white legs now feel the caressing breath,
As like the fanning wings of angels
The air is fired with warmth and icy chill. Intangible
Shapes of grey clasp now her body, lest
In her naked fear and feel for paradise,
She clasps her strength and cracks this darkened pool,
Of swirling waters and tepid insurrection.
A cacophany of sounds pierce her trembling lips.
Satin drops of blood break from her skin,
As ruby red they scatter.
The wraith's desireable embrace turns to grey
Steel crushing membranes.
Love to horror.
Tenderness to vampirism.
Sounds like a better version of the ramblings of my classmate in yr11. Proper self-obsessed-pseudo-intellectual-romanticism that was essentially a horny eroticism dressed up as gothic profundity and meaningful wordplay. i.e. SHITE. Not to be mean to that poem in partic, you understand. -
simplerotation 332 posts
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Registered 13 years agoI really like Dana Goia, he's a bit of a poet for people who don't like poetry.
My favourite is Words
http://www.danagioia.net/poems/words.htm
And I really like unsaid
http://www.danagioia.net/poems/unsaid.htm
So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead. -
faux-C 11,204 posts
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Registered 17 years agoAll poetry is shit
/someone had to say it -
limericks > poetry
/someone had to say it
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that's probably the first joined up writing I've done since about 1992. 
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