 - I think about this often. - I do not belong here. - I was looking for this one I never was much of a poem person but this one. I love this one - It is one of the most bittersweet things I’ve ever read. - Really resonates with me in a huge way. Gets me every time. 
 
- Strange poem, kinda sad. I liked it, It gave me chills reading it. Do you know who the author is? - The author is Laura Gilpin. - Thanks c: 
 
 
- This reminds me of The Four Leaved Clover  - Beware that four leaved clovers can also be seen as a sign of good luck. 
 
- Invictus by William Ernst Henley - When I was younger I clung to it’s message of perseverance. It ended up being the first poem that I ever memorized. - Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul.- I was just trying to remember this today, thank you! 
 
- Dolce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen. A grim, anti-war masterpiece written by a soldier fighting in the trenches in WW1 - Ozymandias - Percy Shelley. A reminder of human transience and hubris - Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas. Helps me to endure when things seem bleak or hopeless. - I really like all of Wlfred Owen’s work. So fucking sad. And I dont mean just the poetry but his life. When I found about him I read his biography and it made me cry a little. You probably already know this but not only did he fought and wrote his poetry in the first WW but he also died there with only 25 years. Just writing this Im starting to tear up, trully heartbreaking. 
 
- https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44049/a-man-said-to-the-universe - A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”- Written in like the 1890s. So straight forward. Feels modern. 
- Subh Milis (Sweet jam). It’s a short and powerful Irish poem reminding parents to be kind to their kids. - English translation below. Can’t seem to get the formatting correct on mobile… - Bhí subh milis ar bháscrann an doras - ach mhúch mé an corraí - ionaim a d’éirigh - mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá - a bheadh an bháscrann glan - agus an lámh beag – ar iarraidh…” - There was jam on the door handle - But I quelled the anger - That rose inside me - Because I thought of the day - That the handle would be clean - And the little hand - longed for 
- It’s not DNS, 
 There’s no way it’s DNS,
 It was DNS- This hurts to read :-(. 
 
- I really like the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge. I first encountered it as a result of reading Douglas Adams’ Dirk Gently novels, but one day I saw the original in the library and just read it from start to finish. It’s fantastic, so weird, so compelling. - I also like his Kubla Khan, the imagery of the “caverns measureless to man” and the “sunless sea” have always stuck with me. 
- Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. - I also love Masks by Shel. 
 
- I’m partial to To make a prairie by Emily Dickinson: - To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
 - I enjoy the simplicity. Also, there’s a great choir setting by Rudolf Escher which I really enjoy. 
- Ozymandias, because it’s one of the very few I’ve read, and I liked it. 
- This Bread I Break by Dylan Thomas - It’s a short, beautiful poem that laments man’s destructive relationship with nature. 
- A Supermarket in California by Ginsberg. Idk why it just always has stuck with me 
- Richard Cory - A surprising poem on a dark subject matter. Perhaps one of the best poems that demonstrate how mysterious other people are and how hard it is to truly connect with strangers. 
- Teeny tiny axolotl - There is really not a lotl - Of you. Not a jot or tittle - So I’ll call you axolitl - — anon 
- Li Bai - Quiet Night Thought - 床前明月光 
 疑是地上霜
 举头望明月
 低头思故乡- Before my bed bright moonlight pools 
 Almost like frost on the ground
 Raising my head I see the shining moon
 Bowing my head I think of home









