A few good peoms:

Mr. Flood's Party - by Edwin Arlington Robinson

The Eve of St. Agnes - by John Keats

The Mill - by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Octaves - by Edwin Arlington Robinson

I Have a Rendezvous with Death - by Alan Seeger

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Fifth Edition Translation by Edward Fitzgerald

type any of these into www.google.com search engine, and you can read them online. I enjoyed them all.

The Eve of St. Agnes is my favorite though. It is 378 lines long, and is in perfect rhyme. It is also a nice mushy love poem.

*sighs* :D

The City of Dreadful night
 

This is one of my favorite poems, by James Thompson
Link: http://emotionalliteracyeducation.co...ne/ctdnt10.htm

The City is of Night; perchance of Death
But certainly of Night; for never there
Can come the lucid morning's fragrant breath
After the dewy dawning's cold grey air:
The moon and stars may shine with scorn or pity 5
The sun has never visited that city,
For it dissolveth in the daylight fair.

Dissolveth like a dream of night away;
Though present in distempered gloom of thought
And deadly weariness of heart all day. 10
But when a dream night after night is brought
Throughout a week, and such weeks few or many
Recur each year for several years, can any
Discern that dream from real life in aught?

For life is but a dream whose shapes return, 15
Some frequently, some seldom, some by night
And some by day, some night and day: we learn,
The while all change and many vanish quite,
In their recurrence with recurrent changes
A certain seeming order; where this ranges 20
We count things real; such is memory's might.

This is only an excerpt, as the poem itself is about 30 pages long.
As for the narrow-minded stink nugget that thinks "Correction:

Shakespeare *does what a vaccum cleaner does* ", I think when you reach the now-far off age of twelve, you will reach a state of much higher emotional maturity that your present state. The possibility of this happening is nil, though, as the "Toy's R Us Kid" song comes to mind at the slightest recollection of your infantile post. How inconsiderate of me. You must not be able to comprehend some of the two syllable words I have been saying. Here: I'l make it easier for you:

"You smeel like poopie."
thank you