Help me choose which poem to use. This is going on a shirt... sooo anything good?


Oct 2, 2001
Of if you hate these two, post up your favorite line of any poetry. Anyone got any really good one liners?

Locked in myself,
not in my mind,
in myself.
Wrapped in my own insecurity.

Trapped in my own uncertainty
my self assurance follows in suit.
my confidence slips
as I try to escape this shit.

I?m desperate now.
I?m locked in myself.
I can?t get out.
My weakness bends.
I start to break.
Playtime is over.
I heard my curtain call.

I?ll walk to the ledge and peer down its long side.
Step once to be free
and twice to die.
Two steps I will take
just to watch my world break.
And you?ll know it was me
when you search my ruin
and find that danm lock
laughing with glee.


I cant let you go

Shocked, I am, by how much I know.
Astounded, I am, by how much you grow.
But I can?t let you go.

How you fly across the sky,
you take to the air like a butterfly.
But now you must stop or surely you?ll die.

Hurry now, get a move on.
But you?re going to fast
and I can't let you pass.

Now I'm on the ground
weeping without sound
at what I have lost
or perhaps never found

Well? I know its a long post but any advice would be great.


Feb 8, 2001
My friend, Bill, wrote this one:

Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger...
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot!
Follow your spirit; and upon this charge,
Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"


Feb 8, 2001
And gentlemen in England, now abed,
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day


Oct 2, 2001
Originally posted by: Zugzwang152
Sam I Am, I do not eat Green Eggs and Ham :D
Thats sick dude!
I may go with that! See I'm making a shirt. It has to do with poetry. It has to contain at least one line of poetry. And I have to be able to wear it. Soooo anyone got any really good sugestions?


Dec 12, 2000
I don't like either one, but I'm not big into poetry either.

This is my favorite poem:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

(Fire and Ice by Robert Frost)


Elite Member
Aug 12, 2001
I appreciate this one more as I begin to head towards geezerhood:

by Lord Alfred Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with and aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle -
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me -
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads -you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and 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


Diamond Member
Jan 7, 2002
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You really want to get beat up don't you?

Why are you putting that on a shirt?


Oct 2, 2001
Some schoolage project.
This is our poetry website
No details on the shirt there. See the entire senior class does this poetry unit. And one of the assignments is to put a poem, or line of a poem, on a shirt and wear it. So this is what im doing. Last minute as usual. But im doing it.


Diamond Member
Jan 15, 2001

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling


Senior member
Feb 11, 2001
the Robert Frost one about the road less taken...

can't site it....but that one final group of lines...



Feb 8, 2001
And I took the road less traveled by
and that has made all the difference...