My Favorite Poems

Poetry 

I love writing in every form including poetry.  I enjoy writing and reading it so today I am going to share with you some of my favorites.  

Here is one of my favorite poems that I have writen:

{Light}

I look in a dimly lit room

There were lamps shining bright on the wall

Shadows loomed in the corner

standing in front of a door standing tall

I open the door to the light so bright,

Step outside and am illuminated in light.  

-Abby f. m. 

I have written many poems and I like this one because it's simple, it's not too long, yet I hope descriptive and puts an image in your head.

One of my favorite poets is actually not well known at all. She goes by e.h. on all of her poems but I believe her name is Erin Hanson. She writes very beautiful words that I have mostly found on Pinterest.

Here is one of my favorite poems by her:

Last year, I got a little book of classic poetry for Christmas.  Two of my favorite classic poems are Trees by Joyce Kilmer and If by Rudyard Kipling.  

Trees

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

If 

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,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Thank you for reading!

I hope you enjoyed those few poems.  It was quite hard for me to narrow it down but I can fully say these are some of my favorites. 

Feel free to post your favorites in the comments! 

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