I need to choose one of the three below poems for school. Which one do you think is "best" in your opinion? (Ignore the numbers beside the titles-it's the word count of the poem. )It's for presentations: A Dream Within a Dream-144 BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Ira-224 Ira, or anger; Anger, or wrath. I am a Wraith, A monster, A creature of the future, A shadow of the past, I exist to remind- To reprimand- To aid. To guide you along paths, To help you choose. I will help you evolve Feelings, Emotions. Into me. You give me power- So I’ll be honest, I will give you parts Of me. I will give you Ira, You give me strength. You cry and tear at life. I will aid you- In your conquest. You want me, though you are taught- To refuse me. To accept me, I possess you. You ask me- And I answer. You are I. I am you. You talk of pain, Depression, Hatred pity, Dangerous love. You speak of horror, “How could they?” The world has turned Against me- Therefore you, too. You ask me to take away The pain And the angst. You are filled with frustration. You cry for me, Beg for me. I grab you, and Take you home, Befor eyou can be taken By sadness- My sister Tristitia; Where dire circumstances go. You are on earth, And she will bring Demons of Hell. You call to me, And push me away as taught. I embrace you: All you feelings All your emotions And I will give you Ira. Rage, to take it all away. Zelus-246 Zelus, and jealous Same meaning, Same ideals “I want that”~ Is how they describe me. Something wanted, Yet not owned. They call me a feeling An emotion A “thing” But what am I? A monster A creature I am alive. An organism Something that lurks Only within darkness I reach and chase Trapped by own ambition Confined by self-boundaries I break free, Then keep imitation Clone-initiation I am a shadow The shadow Your shadow A hidden gem To seem non-sentient Fake, Dead, I seem to follow you You think I wish to? Every movement you make I repel But I make it too Because I must I’m your shadow Everything you force me To do Everything you force me To act A pulse in my heart The start of a volcano About to erupt I could stop it, Or I could let it run And explode Because it hurts. It hurts to follow you, It hurts to imitate you, It hurts to be your Shadow. It stings when they Talk to you Acknowledge you Follow you Like I don’t even exist. And then the lava starts To leak out To boil To hurt It hurts. Then it starts to change I start evolving My brothers and sisters: Ira to anger, Tristitia to sadness, Dolor to pain, Inlacrimati to resent, Invidia to envy, Begin taking over me. What I feel is what you get; What you get is who you are; Who you are is who I am: Jealous.
Just a reading of it. Nothing else I don't really care how long or short it is, so don't judge the poem by it's length, rather by it's information.
