Hi Guys,
As I think you might have figured out by the title, I'm writing a story dealing with a lot of Poetry. Thus, I'm looking for a few short to mid-length poems that you would suggest or would like to see either Lois & Clark reciting.
I was thinking that they could express their feelings that way without giving away what they really feel to others.
If that's something you are remotedly interested in reading or helping me with, please share your favourite poems with us. They might come really handy for me not to mention, it would be a treat to many.
Many Thanks!
You might want to take a look here, Erica:
Favourite Poems I can't remember which poems were posted to the thread, how many were short and/or romantic, but you might find something useful.
How about Elizabeth Barrett Browning for something romantic?
How Do I Love Thee?
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.
LabRat
Rudyard Kipling's If was actually put to music in the musical Just So (which was based on RK's Just So stories), and it's on the musical's soundtrack, performed by John Barrowman.
A great poem and a great song.
I found this one that I couldnt help posting. #I think this is sooo Superman to Lois...
It's called
Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? by Walt Whitman
ARE you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning--I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade--this smooth and tolerant
manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic
man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
What do you guys think?
There was so much waiting involved in L&C that this one comes to mind. I do not know either the author or the title.
Desperately, helplessly, lovingly I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue as to my fate and the Master so gently said,
"Child, you must wait."
"Wait!" you say, "Wait?" My indignant reply,
"Lord, I need answers. I need to know why!"
"Is your hand shortenened, or have you not heard,
By faith I have asked,
And am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance,
And you tell me, Wait!
I am needing a yes,
A go-ahead sign,
Or even a no,
To which I can resign.
And Lord, you promised that if we believe,
We need but ask and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking.
I need a reply."
Then, quietly softly I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair,
Defeated and tuat
And grumbled to God,
"So, I'm waiting, for what?"
He seemed to then kneel and His eyes wept with mine.
And he tenderly said,
I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun;
I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.
All you seek I could give,
And pleased you would be,
You would have what you want,
But you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust by just knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You'd know that I give and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart.
The glow of my comfort late in the night,
The faith that I give you when you walk without sight.
The depth that is beyond getting just what you ask
Of an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know, should hyour pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if I lost what I am doing in you.
So, be silent, my child.
In time you will see,
That the greatest of gifts
Is to get to know Me.
And though oft may MY answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still,
Wait.
The poets name is Russel Kelfer and the name of the poem is Wait.
Beautiful!!
