Best Poems of All Times

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind. I have found the warm caves in the woods, filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, closets, silks, innumerable goods; fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves: whining, rearranging the disaligned. A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind. I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind. *This is a poem that is very easy to read and understand. When one thinks of poetry, this is probably the kind of poetry they envision. This poem can be analyzed by most anyone and it is memorable.

"How far that fire has become that once warmed the face of an eager heart. Far away as the gaze that descends through it's layers. ...leaving only to be led by it , to read the tale it weaves behind the curtain of flames. Deep within the soothing coals, It unfolds to spill out all thought. Making room for the Silent to bathe in comfort. Returning the mind to the Spirit for awhile. It releases the hold of the Now and begins to escape through you like so many years. We remember so little. Moments, each with their moat surrounding, made up from all the rest we'd forgotten. There is a pasture so vast awaiting the last recognized act. Growing only. Grow it slowly." *This poem has been celebrated all over the world for it's touching words about remembering those things that were once forgotten.

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom * "A Blessing" shows that Wright is captivated by a blessing, which are the Indian ponies. In this poem, Wright's love for animals shines through, along with his love for nature's beauty. This is a poem that a lot of people can relate to which makes it one of the best poems of all times.

The imagery that Browning reflects in this poem has been studied by many high school students at the direction of English teachers around the world. Browning explains the beauty of his wife in such a brilliant way, it makes you want to read it over and over again to see if there is more you can take away from the reading.

William Shakespeare's poetry is some of the best written poetry ever. Shakespeare has been celebrated for many many years. This poem is just another of his great works which are read by many, even as a form of relaxation.