FC: My Favorite Poems By Matthew Mann
2: Eldorado Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- this knight so bold- and o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado." | "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldy ride," The shade replied,- "If you seek for Eldorado."
3: The meaning of eldorado to me is greed and the poems explains that if you are always looking for greed and dont worry about the rest of life that you will die an unhappy man and never feel your dream or goal is completed.
4: Ars Poetica a poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown- A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs, Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind- A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs. A poem should be equal to: Not true. | For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf. For love the leaning grasses and two lights above the sea- A poem should not mean But be.
5: this poem is telling you that a poem is not to mean something when the poem is to be, like an inspiration or incouragement. A poem is piece of art not just some fact or opinion, a poem has emotion and influence in the world. I like how the poem has been writen.
6: Resume Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
7: This poem is against suicide and in this reason to try to say in a inverted way. This poem is made with a good relaxful tone.
8: Reality Displacing our plausible dream piece by piece- the sun beneath the shade, the bedside lamp, the saliva-moistened pillow-it asserts its rights gently,certain of its ancient ground. It knows it must prevail, though we turn away into the blankets again, and drink deep for minutes more of that alternative where the unreal prevails and heals our sores. Reality like a mild but inflexible mother stands waiting in the wallpaper and the view worn thin in the windows by blind seeing. The bed will not make itself, the teeth will rot unbrushed, the bladder's ache cries for release, the world prates its promises and stale laws.
9: Reality is not how we always like it but in dreams its all up to your imagination and its your own perfect world that we dont want to leave but reality nocks on the door telling us that we have to go. this poem is a very
10: The Dream Fulfilled You had the dream. You built a team. You got it done. Now the trophy's won. But this you must know There's new seeds to sow. More games to play, A dream for each day. For each dream that;s complete Birth's a new goal to meet. So always remember And keep in your heart, How this dream was fulfilled As new dreams you start.
11: This poem is good because becuase it tells the reader once you complete your goals you need to not stop and think that your done, you need to keep making higher goals and keep succeeding.
12: What You Will Do What will you do When its 1 vs. 2? How will you play When you play the big game? So many questions, Yet the answer's the same. You will trust in your team, They won't let you fall. You will hold nothing back, You will give it your all. When there's nothing left, And you lie on the floor, You won't have to worry, About the final score.
13: This poem is saying that
14: New York City The television's just like everywhere- the news, the so-called comedies. One feels let;this is a separate nation, no? for here one speaks ingles self-consciously, embarrassed to be speaking it so well amid the toe hold accents and the slurs of knit capped beggars whining,"Some loose change?" This Pandemonium whose sky is like the unfilled spaces of a crossword puzzle, whose bad breath underground makes sidewalks shudder, whose sheets of windows rise like thirsty thunder above the glaze of blinding expectation-- this hell holds sacred crevices where lone lost spirits preen and call their pit a throne.
15: This poem tells that in every city like New York City there is a bad and good side of town. I like this poem for the reason that it warns you about that every town has it bad side.
16: I Stand Up When I watch you Standing in the rain, waiting for your neglective master to come home. Or When I watch you Wimper at every person that walks by for food. your boney structure coming out of your skin. I say when I watch you You pile of bones you once was a hard working, tough, fearsome dog And now look at what you have become I stand up In your time of need. I stand up
18: The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if i should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
19: I like this poem for the reason of that if you follow what everyone does then you are no different. If no one tries anything different then we wouldn't have all the things we do have now.
20: We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be overwise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!
21: I like this poem because when you meet someone the for the first time you might not see there true personality, because they might be masking themselfs to suite there surroundings.
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