Daily poem recommendation

[Ulax]

I want to start a practice of writing out a poem every morning.

Interested to hear recommendations please

[Someone here]

-write about how you genuinely feel In the moment. Try to stay away from writing about things you have no interest in or experience with. 
-try to keep your poems optimistic and positive rather than bleak and depressing, because you are writing them in the morning.

It’s a good practice . Good luck !

Edited August 16 by Someone here

[Ulax]

3 hours ago, Someone here said:

-write about how you genuinely feel In the moment. Try to stay away from writing about things you have no interest in or experience with. 
-try to keep your poems optimistic and positive rather than bleak and depressing, because you are writing them in the morning.

It’s a good practice . Good luck !

Thank you  

But I meant an already written poem that I copy.

[Someone here]

4 minutes ago, Ulax said:

Thank you  

But I meant an already written poem that I copy.

The first one will be copy-pasted but then you will start writing your own ? 

[Ulax]

5 hours ago, Someone here said:

The first one will be copy-pasted but then you will start writing your own ? 

No

[Phil King]

My life has been the poem I would have writ,

But I could not both live and utter it. 

- Henry David Thoreau

[MuadDib]

New levels,

New devils. - Dante Alighieri

 

[Judy2]

i like William Wordsworth (Romantic) and William Blake (more "ancient" sounding English, metaphysical themes). 

[Judy2]

also Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem about Mont Blanc.

[MuadDib]

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air ....

 

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew—

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 

 

[Judy2]

Tyger Tyger, 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, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat.

What dread hand? & 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 the Lamb make thee?

 

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?