Poem that says "this is me" to you

  • Larry Chamberlin
    6 years ago

    What poem, if you had to choose one, written by someone other than yourself, would you choose that most describes you?

    It doesn't need to be a physical description, but a gut feel identification that seems like the poet had gotten into your own head.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    6 years ago

    My own would be:

    BY HenryY Wadsworth Longfello

    The shades of night were falling fast,
    As through an Alpine village passed
    A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
    A banner with the strange device,

    His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
    Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
    And like a silver clarion rung
    The accents of that unknown tongue,

    In happy homes he saw the light
    Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
    Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
    And from his lips escaped a groan,

    "Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
    "Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
    The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
    And loud that clarion voice replied,

    "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest
    Thy weary head upon this breast! "
    A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
    But still he answered, with a sigh,

    "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch!
    Beware the awful avalanche!"
    This was the peasant's last Good-night,
    A voice replied, far up the height,

    At break of day, as heavenward
    The pious monks of Saint Bernard
    Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
    A voice cried through the startled air,

    A traveller, by the faithful hound,
    Half-buried in the snow was found,
    Still grasping in his hand of ice
    That banner with the strange device,

    There in the twilight cold and gray,
    Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
    And from the sky, serene and far,
    A voice fell like a falling star,

  • Vi
    3 years ago


    Im in love with a girl who recently started dating another guy and when i read this poem for the first time it was as if I was the one who wrote it

  • Darren
    3 years ago

    I am always drawn to this, describes my efforts at attempting things I have no right attempting
    By Ted Hughes

    Crow's Fall

    When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
    He decided it glared much too whitely.
    He decided to attack it and defeat it.

    He got his strength flush and in full glitter.
    He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
    He aimed his beak direct at the sun's centre.

    He laughed himself to the centre of himself

    And attacked.

    At his battle cry trees grew suddenly old,
    Shadows flattened.

    But the sun brightened-
    It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.

    He opened his mouth but what came out was charred black.

    "Up there," he managed,
    "Where white is black and black is white, I won."