Poetry Thread - (See first post)

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Everyone knows at least one poem that speaks to their soul. Share these words with everyone. If you don't know a poem that can move you, maybe you can find one here.

RULES:
Before posting a poem, you must comment/discuss the previous poem briefly. This way we can avoid skipping over some really lovely poems.

When posting a poem, please make the title of the poem bold and the rest of the poem italic. Please remember to post the name of the author as well.

Authors in alphabetical order of the first name:

Alfred Tennyson
-The Charge of the Light Brigade

Charles Bukowski
-A Radio With Guts
-Paris
-Rain
-Yes Yes

Charles Causely
-I Am the Song

Edgar Allan Poe
-Annabel Lee

Eugene Field
-Wynken, Blynken, Nod

Langston Hughes
-Suicide's Note

Robert Frost
-Fire and Ice

Thomas Hardy
-Drummer Hodge

Posts: 32341 Location: Ibuprofen Palace / Glasgow

thanks ... nice. I like the rule lol, we do it far too often lol.

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You want to share first Cal? Smile

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Yes. It is an old poem that had an effect on me, profound. It's an Alfred Lord Tennyson poem about the charge of the light brigade in the crimean war during the battle of balaclava.

Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

a comment of war that just stuck with me.

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I like this poem, I'm not familiar with the Light Brigade though, what country were they from?

Posts: 32341 Location: Ibuprofen Palace / Glasgow

It was during the crimean war, and it was british soldiers who were instructed by Lord Cardigan to charge on the Russian army, none of them came back.

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That's so sad. Really? Not one?... Gosh.
Well the poem is quite well written. There's a reason so many people love Tennyson.

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I love him he wrote beauty on paper.

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I haven't read much of his things. His name comes up a lot in poetry discussions. He's on my list though, believe me.

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the lady of shallot etc.

my poem after your contribution is a Hardy poem about a boy who died in the boer war. (you can guess i did a dissertation on war poetry eh lmao)