Poetry!!!!

What are some of your favorite poets? Post some of your favorite poems here!

I really like Dickinson, Wordsworth, and Rossetti.

heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -

The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -

I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -

With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -

HEERS MA FAV POEM DOODZ.

MAUL BECAM A GIRLSCOUT.
THE END

Poetry is not in the good of the Empire.

BoT dusN't et LiEk, PrOmOtE DA flOW ov EvILL thOUgHtZ?!

Nonsense! Poems are essential to a society. From now on, all further comments must be in poetry.

A poem should 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.

......

pOemz, poEmz,
dumb.

thaR.

I write Haiku. I wrote one about you Maul.

Chittering monkey
In the spring he climbs treetops
And thinks himself tall

HAhaHAHhahA...?

i WaLL RiTe OnE aBout YOo.

SaTiNE Is So DuMB,
sHe THiNks ThAt I'M a MonKeY,
tHaT's WHy i KIlLEd hER.

Darth Maul is red,
Cad Bane is blue,
Jabba the Hutt stinks
And so do you!!!

Once upon a time,
In a land far far away,
there was a little blue thing,
and it was me!

Dooku is a clever sith
I thought his poetry was a myth
But now I see him write in verse
And I must say I'm not adverse

Since poetry's a form of art
To write, you may look in your heart
When Dooku does to write his, could
He find inside a speck of good?

When Jedi, Dooku trained Qui-Gon
As Sith tried to convert Obi-Wan
Could some small fondness still remain
And bring Dooku to light again?

Fear leads to anger
Anger leads to hate
Hatred leads to power
Power leads to victory

and VICTORY leads to AWESOME.

I go now to write sad poetry about the man I called for, longed for, but would not come.