What is your favorite single line of poetry?

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  1. its-so-vanilla reblogged this from laughingatmynightmare
  2. doubledukes reblogged this from laughingatmynightmare and added:
    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
  3. celicarodriquez said: While I Pondered Weak And Weary Once Upon A Midniqht Dreary. -Edgar Allan Poe
  4. love-is-the-music-of-the-soul answered: j
  5. philipemrys answered: Life is a jest and all things show it.
  6. quietontheinside answered: “I have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times; in life after life, in age after age, forever.”
  7. rumorcontrol answered: Terence, this is stupid stuff!
  8. 67daysofasshole said: “Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui - what you are picks its way.” - Walt Whitman
  9. rough-translation answered: Bellow, shriek, and cry seemed small inside their hearts
  10. the-crayonthief answered: humanity i hate you-e e cummings
  11. illestjulio answered: yolo
  12. amirahmimi answered: shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?
  13. whenthecurlsfellout answered: Not beat my wings against the cage if its my Fathers will, but lift my voice to heavens gates and sing the louder still.
  14. tawaaandaaa answered: I’m going to give you a stanza if that’s ok.
  15. supernaturalqueen answered: “…you say you love sun but you find a shadow spot thats why i’m afraid when you say you love me too”-William Shakespear
  16. mrscatren answered: “If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.” ~Winnie the Pooh
  17. st34ling answered: if i could, i would, take that smile an inject it directly into my bloodstream
  18. lilyevanspatronus answered: I am the captain of my soul.
  19. madisucks answered: ctually a whole poem, but only two lines. In a station of a
  20. yrer answered: “What’s in the brain that ink may character” W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 108
  21. eytch answered: ‘Life for me ain’t been No crystal stair..’- Langston Hughes
  22. personatalieie answered: The little waves, with their soft, white hands/ Efface the footprints in the sands,
  23. sigleb answered: Es sapņoju par tevi visu dienu, bet naktī slīgstu sāļos palagos. By Peteris Draguns (LV)
  24. adagiothebeats answered: “In a minute there is time which a minute will reverse” - T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’
  25. trying2scream answered: and all is filled with beauty, love, and hope
  26. dapizzamann answered: Because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all
  27. fallenlove23 reblogged this from laughingatmynightmare
  28. missmayhem5362 answered: If i can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain
  29. murmuringsunflowers answered: “Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’”
  30. sittingonaredseat answered: Where dips the rocky highland, of Sleuth wood and the lake…
  31. fromantarctica said: what is a dream deferred?
  32. gollywholly answered: Do I dare to eat a peach?
  33. nottoolong answered: Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us urging, Pioneers! O pioneers!
  34. secretina answered: “I want to be the one she calls on her cigarette break, not the cause of it.” by Saul Williams, I can’t find the title of the poem!
  35. thatawkwardfashionista said: Tyger tyger
  36. existential-irony answered: “But such a tide as moving seems asleep” Alfred lord Tennyson
  37. ts2008 said: Fail it wouldn’t let me…anyways A soul of water A soul of stone A soul by name A soul unknown The hours unmake Our flesh, our bone The soul is all And all alone.
  38. ts2008 answered: My fav poem:
  39. etaoinxshrdlu answered: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age.
  40. sordaouttasync answered: The Only Emperor is the Emperor of Ice Cream
  41. onlyalittlelost answered: You shall love your crooked neighbor With your crooked heart
  42. dandeliondriftr answered: I wish I were a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
  43. phosphodiesterase answered: Time throbbing in my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of blood - octavio paz, between coming and going