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.