As the title says, what's your favourite Poem. Mine is. Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower. We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late. And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last. At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white, Remember it's ruin to run from a fight: So take open order, lie down, and sit tight, And wait for supports like a soldier. Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . . When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier. Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, So-oldier of the Queen!
If we're not limited to short poems and can mention epic/narrative poems as well, mine is probably Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, an alliterative poem in a Northwestern dialect of middle English, its not fully understandable to modern ears, but there's enough clear parts. You can listen to a sample reading of part of the poem here. If anyone is interested in experiencing the whole poem, I highly recommend grabbing the Bill Wallis reading of the audiobook and listening along while reading a prose translation. (His recording also includes his reading of a modern poetic translation).
The very first poem I memorized as a child is my favorite The Little Plant In the heart of a seed, Buried deep, so deep, A dear little plant Lay fast asleep. Wake! said the sunshine, And creep to the light Wake! said the voice Of the raindrops bright. The little plant heard And rose up to see What the wonderful outside World might be. K.L.Brown
To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up. pfft
Don't know about favorites as I either don't know or remember (m)any poems... But... I remember something from one Babylon5 episode... Though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I discovered mine during HS when we are learning sonnets and poetry, it's one of the poems in our book. Similarly, this is also our English teacher's favorite and she also discovered it in her HS days xD How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 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 every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. 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. My heart just melted yet again. I'm really a romantic at heart T^T
Trickle trickle trickle, Down pours its drops; From one leaf to another, Down pours its drops; Fickle in its feet, supple in its light, Down pours its drops; Wet and alone, scared and foregone; Oh trickle, mother has left and world has stopped why do you trickle still?