i need poems that aren't too long but still good - General

yeah its for a video project in my school news thing. i need good poems that are less than 4 stanzas. they need to be school appropriate.

What kind of video is it going to be?

i intend that the video and poem will be as morbid as possible (without being inappropriate) but i'll have the voice over be funny.

What about [i]Despair[/i] by HP Lovecraft? Bit long but it's kind of odd. You could cut some of it down if needed, I guess. [quote]O'er the midnight moorlands crying, Thro' the cypress forests sighing, In the night-wind madly flying, Hellish forms with streaming hair; In the barren branches creaking, By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking, Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking, Damn'd demons of despair. Once, I think I half remember, Ere the grey skies of November Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember, Liv'd there such a thing as bliss; Skies that now are dark were beaming, Bold and azure, splendid seeming Till I learn'd it all was dreaming - Deadly drowsiness of Dis. But the stream of Time, swift flowing, Brings the torment of half-knowing - Dimly rushing, blindly going Past the never-trodden lea; And the voyager, repining, Sees the wicked death-fires shining, Hears the wicked petrel's whining As he helpless drifts to sea. Evil wings in ether beating; Vultures at the spirit eating; Things unseen forever fleeting Black against the leering sky. Ghastly shades of bygone gladness, Clawing fiends of future sadness, Mingle in a cloud of madness Ever on the soul to lie. Thus the living, lone and sobbing, In the throes of anguish throbbing, With the loathsome Furies robbing Night and noon of peace and rest. But beyond the groans and grating Of abhorrent Life, is waiting Sweet Oblivion, culminating All the years of fruitless quest. [/quote]

maybe. it needs to be something i can easily make a video out of within a week.

[quote] so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. [/quote] Best poem ever 10/10

Roses are Red Violets are Blue That's what they tell me 'Cause I'm blind [editline]16th January 2013[/editline] In all seriousness though: Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

soon ripe, soon rotten; soon lost, but not forgotten.

I take chaos, as it takes me. I know people are terrified of the bomb… that is etched with anger waiting to explode. This bomb resembles me. People watch the rage inside build up the loneliness, the heart break... the depression. Just watching me as I grow. The silence is breath taking. I don’t know if I’ll come back. I’m reaching and grasping for something that isn’t there. All I can see is the red burning pain, my blood is rushing, the fire is through my veins. The anger is in the air. There is now no one there… nothing… just dust inside. Its cold. I have disappeared.

You know everything ain't gonna be alright. But tonight, I'mma introduce you to the crack pipe.

[U]There Will Come Soft Rains[/U] There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools, singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone. Personal favorite, about the First World War and the apocalypse.

Im a poet I didn't even know it

Here's a piece of J.R.R. Tolkien's "Over The Misty Mountains." Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves, And harps of gold, where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves. The pines were roaring on the heights, The wind was moaning in the night, The fire was red, it flaming spread, The trees like torches blazed with light. The bells were ringing in the dale, And men looked up with faces pale. The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire, Laid low their towers and houses frail.