Who is your favorite Poet?

wow um I like Frost, Hughes, Poe, Thomas, Tennyson, Blake, the Brownings, and myself :-)

It is very difficult to say who my favorite poet is byt here is a poem I wrote to encourage a person who had a big change in her life: Look for new doors! You close a door You miss the light of the place you came from But when your eyes get used to the darkness you see another door and a small stripe of light The longer you stay there in the darkness the more doors you will see You can open them all It is your choice where you go in

Alfred Lord Tennyson...Dylan Thomas and Poe

I wouldn't exactly call her a poet. But she's an author of many books. Zane

john wright

alexandre dumas

Try Keats.

I love poetry, I write it myself. My favorite poet is Robert Frost.

Sorry I'm late on answering, it's not notifying me of your questions. My favourite poet is definatley Wilfred Owen, I agree wholeheartedly with views on war. I also have another favourite, he's a poet and a story teller too, Roald Dahl, I liked Revolting Rhymes especially.

Amy Sue Cook. She is my oldest daughter, a good person, has a great personality, and is a great Poet. I have read all of her poems and love each and every one of them almost as much as I love her.... Keep up the good work Amy...Daddy loves you.

I like Edgar Allen Poe too.

p l deshpande

Emily Dickinson, Amy Lowell,PB Shelley,Ray Bradbury, Stan Rice.

maya angelou, ntozake shange

I've always loved Edgar Allan Poe, I think he was such a great writer.

mine is blake

Edgar Allen Poe is good. But William Shakespear stole my heart :)

Little Girl Lost by William Blake Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter's cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. Once a youthful pair, Filled with softest care, Met in garden bright Where the holy light Had just removed the curtains of the night. Then, in rising day, On the grass they play; Parents were afar, Strangers came not near, And the maiden soon forgot her fear. Tired with kisses sweet, They agree to meet When the silent sleep Waves o'er heaven's deep, And the weary tired wanderers weep. To her father white Came the maiden bright; But his loving look, Like the holy book All her tender limbs with terror shook. "Ona, pale and weak, To thy father speak! Oh the trembling fear! Oh the dismal care That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"

I also like edgar allan poe, poems make me relax and gives something harmony in my imagination

I love Raymond Carvber. Although he's known primarily for his short iction, he publsihed many books of poetry.