Greatest Poems Ever Written

 

Poetry is beautiful. It’s a medium of objectifying the world and what’s in. Believe me, it’s difficult to write a poem in such a way that the reader understands every emotion in it. I’ve tried it too, it doesn’t work. Here are a few poem stanzas, that express the real emotions so strongly, that even those who consider themselves heartless will succumb.

The Tiger, by William Blake

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Tiger tiger burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies,

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? And what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water’d heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made lamb make thee?

Tiger tiger burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Meaning of the poem

This poem asks a simple yet alluring question: if there is a God, a loving, compassionate God who created human beings, whose powers exceed the understanding of human beings, then why would such a powerful being allow evil into the world?

In this poem, evil is represented by a tiger in the forests, who, should you be strolling in the jungle, will pounce and kill you. What would have created such a dangerous animal? The same supernatural power which created the fluffy, harmless lamb?

To put this question in another way: Why would someone create beautiful, innocent children, then allow such children to be slaughtered?

Sonnet 18, by William Shakespeare

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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.

Meaning of the poem

The narrator tells someone he adores highly that this person is much better than a summer’s day because a summer’s day is often too hot, or too windy, and especially because a summer’s day does not last, it has to fade away like all animals, plants and people die. But, this person does not lose its beauty as it is eternally preserved in this sonnet.

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Meaning of the poem

The poem deals with the dilemma of deciding what’s right and what’s wrong. In the beginning of the poem, the poet depicts how significant our choices can be, but throughout the poem, it shows the universality of human beings. Choosing one road or the other leads us to different places altogether, but choosing any road makes the person significant. The poet implies on making a difference in the world.

Hope is the thing with feathers, by Emily Dickinson

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Hope is the thing with feathers,

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the Gale is heard,

And sore must be the storm,

That could abash the little Bird,

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea,

Yet, never in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Meaning of the poem

Emily is creating a beautiful metaphor of hope through a bird. The hope within the speaker is represented through the bird continuing to fly within her. When we feel the dark times, hope encourages us. The hope’s motivation is strongest when the situation is at its worst. Hope, in form of a bird, has always been encouraging us, in seas and on lands, and never has it ever asked for something in return.

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  1. Aryan January 27, 2018
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