Ok, I admit it, I deliberately left the subject out of the title to get people to have a look. If I gave it the title 'romantic poetry' people would steer clear. For my English assessment this term, I have to do an oral including two to three romantic poems, which I will have to perform, and deconstruct as part of a 'radio segment.' What I'm asking is for people to post any good romantic poetry they know (and it has to be romantic, that is the criteria for the assessment). Another requirement, is that it has to be rhyming, that's a requirement of mine . Also nothing too long, two minutes allowed for the poetry (not including the analyzation of it). Even if it's only the name of the poet and poem, I should be able to find it. Anything you've come across that you like. I know that there's good poetry out there Thanks in advance.
I'm not sure, but since we have to deconstruct it and pull it to bits, I'd rather do it to someone else's. Something that has some good poetic techniques I can talk about. That and the fact that my one and only attempt at wrtiting romantic poetry was viewd as being 'interesting' considering that I have no experience of love myself . I was told that it was good, but rather negative.
booksie, just have a long think about Yoda, Andy or Freeform - the words will no doubt just start flowing
Romantic Poetry. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Thinking of Books, Makes me think of you. Does that count?
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
there once was a girl named booksie who went on MAP for a quick looksie after looking around she suprisingly found her favorite punch was a right hooksie
hmmm ... Romantic poetry. I've a few old college poetry books here on my shelf. Thumbing through one called "The Oxford Anthology of English Literature... Romantic Poetry and Prose" ... I have (yellow-highlighted) a section on Wordsworth and his "Lucy" poems ... there are 5 of these romantic poems. Check here ... http://www.linkbonny.com/love-poems.htm A whole bunch of links for you!
Here is one from John Donne,(one of my favorite poets) Lovers' Infiniteness If yet I have not all they love, Dear, I shall never have it all, I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move, Nor can entreat one other tear to fall. All my treasure, which should purchase thee, Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent,Yet no more can be due to me, Than at the bargain made was meant. If then they gift of love were partial, That some to me, some should to other fall, Dear, I shall never have thee all. Or if then thou gavest me all, All was but all, which thou hadst then; But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall New love created be, by other men, which have their stocks entire, and can in tears, In sighs, in oaths, and letters outbid me, This new love may beget new fears, For, this love was not vowed by thee. And yet it was, thy gift being general, The ground, they heart is mine; whatever shall Grow there, dear, I should have it all. Yet I would not have all yet, He that hath all can have no more, And since my love doth every day admit New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store; Thou canst not every day give me thy heart, If thou canst give it, then thou never gav'st it: Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart, It stays at home, and thou with losing sav'st it: But we will have a way more liberal, Than chnging hearts, to join them, so we shall Be one, and one another's all. This comes from the "The Complete English Poems" collection of John Donne. If you don't like this one he is a great resource for other romantic poems that somewhat rhyme. Enjoy! Have fun with the assignment. I knew my minor in English would come in useful someday!
One of the "Sonnets from the Portuguese", by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, a poetess who wrote love sonnets that rhymed, AND she was an American ! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Google on the lady for lots of others.
To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time By Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry : For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry. --------------------- To His Coy Mistress By Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. I hope those aren't too racy for you :Angel:
Hey, poets aren't all softies! Didn't you ever hear about that guy Ben Jonson who fought in a duel to the death with someone over one of his plays?
Actually, there's dispute that he was the one who really wrote shakespeare's plays, and he actually faked his own death.
