There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

By Emily Dickinson

I like this poem because of the rhyme scheme. It is very simple, but I enjoy that about it. It has some deeper thinking involved, finding the metaphors and similes. I believe that this means you must take more time and enjoy this poem more. It uses many poetic techniques, including alliteration, metaphor, repetition, etc. it is written in iambic trimester, and that matches the poem perfectly. It is short and flows very well.

Longing by Friedrich von Schiller

Could I from this valley drear,
Where the mist hangs heavily,
Soar to some more blissful sphere,
Ah! how happy should I be!
Distant hills enchant my sight,
Ever young and ever fair;
To those hills I'd take my flight
Had I wings to scale the air.

Harmonies mine ear assail,
Tunes that breathe a heavenly calm;
And the gently-sighing gale
Greets me with its fragrant balm.
Peeping through the shady bowers,
Golden fruits their charms display.
And those sweetly-blooming flowers
Ne'er become cold winter's prey.

In you endless sunshine bright,
Oh! what bliss 'twould be to dwell!
How the breeze on yonder height
Must the heart with rapture swell!
Yet the stream that hems my path
Checks me with its angry frown,
While its waves, in rising wrath,
Weigh my weary spirit down.

See--a bark is drawing near,
But, alas, the pilot fails!
Enter boldly--wherefore fear?
Inspiration fills its sails,
Faith and courage make thine own,--
Gods ne'er lend a helping-hand;
'Tis by magic power alone
Thou canst reach the magic land!

I like this poem because of its powerful nature. It really speaks to one about where you are and where you could be. But you yourself have to go and get, overcoming obstacles in your path. The poem is about going somewhere not simply staying where you are. A joyous adventure awaits those with a hardy spirit, reaching for their dream. However, it has a bit of an old written style that can be difficult to decipher. This makes for beautiful stanzas, for example ‘Harmonies mine ear assail’ and ‘How the breeze on yonder height.’

            Another good thing about this poem is its use of alliteration (“while” “waves” “wrath” “weigh” “weary”) and (“hangs” “heavily” “how” “happy”) this combination makes for a diverse sound, that rings throughout your head in a melodic way. Each line is written in trochaic triameter, a not very common sound that makes it all the better.