Poetry

When The Rock Came To Jerusalem


Tell me you were there. Tell me you were sitting on that rock....
Tell me, Messiah.
Quote me the words John and James spoke to you...
Tell me, Messiah.

Tell me the words you spoke to them............what of
Mark...what of Luke....?
Tell me, Messiah.

What was the Rock, Messiah? St.Peter, did you build it?
What did you build it of...can you, should you
Tell nothing but me.....

For, I am nothing, except for Mark and Luke...should I
Deny them too? Did you?
I do not know....

And, in not knowing have my answer....

The Mystery of the Ages.

Elysabeth

2007-12-31 18:36:11 · 3 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

*****
Icicle windowpanes, shivering winter air
Kiddies inside, huddled close by the fire
Read from your magic book, Dear Aunt Elysabeth
Tell us a story from long, long ago

Blow the Viking ships over to Engle’ land
Charge up the mountain with sword and a shield
Battle the Romans with old Vercingetorix
Recite the poems form Venerable Bede

Sing us the songs that Grandfather left for you
Lyrics with pride of family bonds
Strum away gently Dear, upon you dulcimer
Saying the verses that you know so well…

*****

2007-12-31 18:01:09 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

Dancing around,
What was not man made,

Shedding tears of hope,
For what I want to keep,


Souls dance on treetops,
Vibrating the air as I get closer.

Squeals of sacred harmony,
Lighten my heart and open my eyes a bit further.

Watching what can never be stolen from me,
As I sit on a branch,
Fizzing color whispering,
Into my ear.

2007-12-31 17:51:26 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

atleast five lines or somethng any lines

2007-12-31 17:32:50 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Can I Spell?


Twas an ole man...dunno his name right off...
Lived in one dem mud/redwood timber
Shacks...dey had dem down de bayou back
Them....

Nevah had no famly, cept those dat would
Come an prays fus a while...nevuh stayed
Long...jes as well, nevuh wanted em to...

Fished, trapped, hunted....oh, no! Not no
Church...Sundays was his, like every day...
Like his every day...dey founds him too..

Wid some ole, ole book under his arm...
In his bed, ole scrappy bed. Book had
De names of his Father, his Mother,

His children...his childrens' names
Underlined...and,
One little heart
By each name.

Elysabeth

2007-12-31 17:23:12 · 10 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

When The Rock Came To Jerusalem


Tell me you were there. Tell me you were sitting on that rock....
Tell me, Messiah.
Quote me the words John and James spoke to you...
Tell me, Messiah.

Tell me the words you spoke to them............what of
Mark...what of Luke....?
Tell me, Messiah.

What was the Rock, Messiah? St.Peter, did you build it?
What did you build it of...can you, should you
Tell nothing but me.....

For, I am nothing, except for Mark and Luke...should I
Deny them too? Did you?
I do not know....

And, in not knowing have my answer....

The Mystery of the Ages.


Elysabeth

2007-12-31 16:48:13 · 3 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

Hi My sweet friend with so much trouble and pain in your young life ..I am always going to be here to catch you shall you fall.Please do not give up on life you are much to young.I know your heart has been wounded and you feel you can;t go on; but let me guide you " to take one step at a time and learn to live " to see the colors " to smell the ocean...You adopted me as your big sister last week and i adopted you as my baby sister ' and sweetie there are many who care for you" and nalia " i love you as i love my own sister. Please do not give up on life ' LIVE .EDIT"""... This is to a friend who was talking about dieing today and i want her to know how special she is to me and others...nalia if you see this email me soon!!!!!!

2007-12-31 15:37:20 · 11 answers · asked by Cami lives 6

I just can’t be alone.
I need someone to call my own,
Whom I can always reach on the phone,
Cause I always feel unloved even at home.
I’m always in fear of the unknown,
I feel so safe when there’s a comfort zone.
I don’t know when I’ll be fully grown,
I always need a playground of my own,
With a person I can call my own.

2007-12-31 14:48:57 · 14 answers · asked by Dark Dickinsonian 4

Long Time Comin'

It's been a long time comin'
These tears are nothing new
They've just been bottled and forgotten
But they're finally breakin' through
I've got a lot on my mind
These words just come flowin'
Releasin' my heart
This has been a long time comin'

I smile when my heart is breaking
Laugh when I just want to cry
When people ask me how'm I doing
I say, well, I'm fine and know it's a lie
I can't take the time to breathe
The lonely, desperate sighs
I don't have the time

These feelings I'm feelin'
Can just wait another day
I'm not ready to show the world
I'm falling apart this way
But my eyes still tell the story
No matter how I try to hide
The pain burnin' inside

It's been a long time comin'
These tears are nothing new
They've just been bottled and forgotten
But they're finally breakin' through
I've got a lot on my mind
These words just come flowin'
Releasin' my heart
This has been a long time comin'

2007-12-31 14:30:34 · 2 answers · asked by Heather 2

My New Year's Wish To you


To have sparkling dew on your roses
Every morning...
To have coffee or tea with...just the
Right amount of
Cream or/and sugar...

To find the snow not a burden, but
A fairyland...
And the icicles, glinting with sun's
Light, and dripping...drop, drop,
With music, lovely

Music. To have 'Ode to Joy'
Playing everywhere in your homes.
And to have you absolutely sure

This will be a very, very,
Good year....

Happy the New Year, Everyone! ! !

Elysabeth

2007-12-31 13:40:49 · 14 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

My daddy used to take me on the donkey
Way out two three days in the desert
He would leave me there alone
To make me into a man
I was nine or ten

Until the time came when I could keep alive
In Mexico 24 hours a day 7 days a week
For a month without food or sleep
Or I could clean an I.S. machine
Better than Jerry

What are you going to do?

2007-12-31 13:26:32 · 1 answers · asked by Harry Lillis 2

it has to be 12 lines long
use metaphore and simile
and thats it

2007-12-31 12:52:11 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

It is the sun whose engendering heat
Succors and nourishes earth and men,
Who has the powers of fire and light
That give and take away again.

But who would not rather be the moon
With her cunning powers to enchant?
She muses in her evening room
On what mischief to conceive each night.

2007-12-31 11:29:38 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Note: 'Corn Flake' is my rooster...his 'constituents' are his flock...and 'Corn Flake' rather speaks the Queen's English...all in humor, dear people!!!
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'Corn Flake's' New Year's Eve


'I do expect there may be a
Question of timing involved,
Seeing as how you humans
Do tend to celebrate the

New Year's commencement
At 12: 01. Within that time
Frame, around the world. I
Am of the knowledge you

Call it Earth.

But, from my constituents and
I, we wish you all the finest in
Your happy endeavors. And,
Of the certainty I and my flock

Are already full of the finest
Corn to be had, we're going
To get our tails to roost now.
Big day with more of that corn

Tomorrow...and DOODLE-
DAMN-NOISE? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

We'll see you 'pale-faces'
TOMORROW! ! ! ! ! !

Happy New Year's Eve from a CRANKY rooster and his flock! ! ! ! ! ! !

Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com

2007-12-31 10:43:15 · 11 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

out side of poetry.com i write alot of i'm 13 and have about 65 poems

2007-12-31 08:55:01 · 3 answers · asked by dramachica3 2

Would anyone like to join in my thanks???

2007-12-31 08:20:33 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Walking


Every year, bout
This time of day,
On New Year's
Eve....

He'd make his
Slow way round
The park, rain, or
Snow...

Each year I watched,
Steps gettin slower,
More careful, breaks
For breaths...

One day, I went out
To him, smiled,
Said, 'Why do you
Walk nine

Times around this
Park, every New Year's
Eve? Can I help you
With something? '

'Little lady, I was born
In aught 9, so every
Year, nine times. Only
Got one walk left.'

And, you know what I
Know. When the old
Get a notion in their
Head....

Seems like walking
Kept him walking...
Nine times round
That park...

Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com

2007-12-31 07:46:03 · 12 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

"My words are soap and you must wash with them" may go down as my signature moment...

2007-12-31 06:45:31 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-31 05:57:31 · 26 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
I will sit here on this rocky outcrop
Waiting to hear your verses
No, please, you should stand
I like to watch you read…

*****

2007-12-31 05:42:27 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
I want to reach and touch you with my words
Can an adverb undo a blouse button?
What is the point of poetry
If you’re not made a little nervous along the way

*****

2007-12-31 05:40:20 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

All answers are apperciated. Thank you.

Peace and Love,
Natalie

2007-12-31 05:26:28 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

what is the poets feelings about midwinter? here's the link
http://www.library.utoronto.ca/canpoetry/sarah/poem8.htm

3 ideas would be great

2007-12-31 05:19:45 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Will all of TD's questions come up?

2007-12-31 04:56:14 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
I stumbled across______
[[[[[your hiding place]]]]]
______While looking for
a recipe for trout <{==<

The answers that I got were wide and varied
(A-Z)

Some folks asked if I fished \___/
Others asked if I was married?$?

I dusted off *****
*****my shoebox [___]
full of scribbles = @&@
And posted some poems {zzzz}
For your review 

The answers that I got were wide and varied
(I love you! I hate! Who U?)

Thanks, everyone --- !!!!!!!!
For your encouragement (YA!)

ZZZZZZZzzzaP! And your energy!
I love you all (well, almost all)

TD
*****

2007-12-31 04:52:30 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'll even start with..

My favorite is from Kahlil Gilbran's 'The Prophet' titled 'On Children'.

"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite and bends you to his might that his arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; for even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable."

2007-12-31 03:59:40 · 9 answers · asked by AuroraLn, LMT 2

What's the theme of this poem? What is it trying to tell us?

2007-12-31 01:59:18 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Blank bleak void where once
the memory of you lived
What smile? Pretty crooked teeth,
perhaps, with eyes of blue
or brown or black at dawn
Lithe nimble scathing wit or
dull plodding talk of you
with no time to stop
for latest news from me
Or selfless interest in
my life and wants granting
all my desires, endlessly...

Memories seize me though
the effort to pulverize
each and every incredible
perfect part of you becomes
with time
a quicker calmer effort
though the pain never dies
nor the glint in your blue eyes.

2007-12-30 19:14:14 · 14 answers · asked by Kurt H™ FC Steaua Bucureşti 3

2007-12-30 18:43:38 · 2 answers · asked by *Me* 2

Hatred fills the room
Hatred lies within these walls
Hatred fills her heart
And her unheard calls

I cry because I feel for her
I feel her pain deep inside
And as she calls out my name
I reach for the hand that reaches towards mine

Black hearted she roams the earth
Tear filled eyes are searching
For peace and sanctuary
For nothing but tranquility

Starring out her window
She realizes that time moves on
And as she take her life away
She passes her life on

Unheard cries of my pain
Unheard tears of my sorrow
Clutching the knife in my hand
Soon there will be no tomorrow

2007-12-30 16:12:17 · 31 answers · asked by amanda_tommy 2