To start things off, here are some poems that I like a lot. I have a monstrous collection of poetry that i got from my Grandmother a while back, and Tennyson has become one of my favorite poets. Here's a few of his that I particularly enjoy.
What does little birdie say What does little baby say,
Break, break, break
Break, break, break,
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
And the stately ships go on
Break, break, break
Sea Dreams
In her nest at break of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger,
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger;
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too will fly away.
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Women Do More
Women do more than live,
we endure with vitality.
Women do more than touch,
we have the ability to feel.
Women do more than see,
we look for the truth.
Women do more than read,
we obtain knowledge.
Women do more than listen,
we comprehend.
Women do more than think,
we imagine the possibilities.
Women do more than speak,
because we have something to say.
-Gina Putman