Poetry

heres her poem..
its a project

Change
One day a young woman passed by the sea
Full of shells and fish and sand.
Full of glee she was for she had seen
The beauty that came from God’s hand.

The design so simple yet so unique
Was seen on earth that day.
But what have we done to our own home place
And for the price we have to pay?

Throughout the years the earth has changed
From its original design
Inventions that have though to be progressive
Destroyed the earth so fine

Water has become from clear to black
The sky from blue to brown
Materials and waste that changed mother earth
Came from us and our own towns

Who should we blame for this destruction
To our own mother earth?
Only we are to cause this tragedy
from our own day of birth.

To change is hard and difficult
But it is for our own good
If we love our children and our children too
Persevere and unite , we should

2007-08-09 21:38:09 · 9 answers · asked by person 2

churning

Picture this then tell her tale
a dog barks and a shovel crashes into a pale

The fear that grows inside
will neither hinder or hide

your ability to keep your peace
your ability to pay your lease

it will destroy your joy
and kill for more

Your pleaseure becomes pain
and your pain becomes fuel

The only way to defeat this jewel

is by running and hiding
then running towards

to a place that not all animals can forge

Your signature in blood remains
then the cold vengence complains

of a warm victim it sees
to warm for it yet to seize

please run while you still can

save your self

and be free

from this dirty

old man.

2007-08-09 20:52:16 · 2 answers · asked by PRS TruckIN 3

where can i find it? its hard.. what website ? About story by kahlil gibran

2007-08-09 20:50:10 · 1 answers · asked by triker 1

PLEASE COUNT ME OUT

Expressions…Impressions

With all those jumbled-up things out there, please count me out

Impressions….Expressions

But I do know the thing called inspiration

It needs the elements of both

For an impression…

Expressions….Impressions....Expressions…Impressions

Please count me out

Expressions…Impressions

It seems like someone is doing it, ‘can’t run away

Please count me out

Impressions…Expressions

Though I may give you an impression

But I’m not asking for some kind of expression

And hope that you can understand

Please count me out

Expressions….Impressions....Expressions…Impressions

Please Count me out

2007-08-09 19:14:26 · 2 answers · asked by johan 3

her name is Dr. lammers, she teaches generl biology
we did a lot of dissection
th ebest one was of the frog
and the cray fish
she is old and more experienced,
she is knowledgeable
she skipped her lunch to help us out
she was very clear
and easy to understand
she made hard things look easy and sound easy

2007-08-09 18:14:26 · 5 answers · asked by aaa 1

I need a good poem for my professor? young poets?
please, i need a good poem for my biology professor, she has been a very hard and dedicated prof. at my university of illinois, i need something special for her that would make her happy. summer course is over i need a peom,
pls
pls
pls
pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

2007-08-09 18:01:12 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Now he’s got the girl
And I’ve got the pain
He’s got the honey
And I’ve got the rain

He gets kisses
While I get insane
But I got the music
Running round in my brain

Pain inspired to compose
Black and Decker prose
A rose is a rose
But ends in woes

Her voice is gone
Let my heart sing
Of the days of spring
She was everything

Now absence from me
I must drown in the sea
Let the wave cover my agony
My agony

When I rise again
From the depths
From the precepts
I must accept
My all alone steps

And it doesn’t matter
That I shatter the quiet
With a musical riot
Cause deep down inside
I just don’t buy it

Cause he’s got the girl
And I’ve got the pain
He’s got the honey
And I’ve got the rain…

2007-08-09 17:27:28 · 2 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

i just want to let him know that in the short time that we have been talking i like him more and more each day!

2007-08-09 17:02:59 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

It snowed again and I saw a deer. there goes the mail truck............by day ten he's insane, he hate the snow shoots the deer and the mail truck buzzes by and he screams at it... Its from my childhood and would like to relay it to my kids.

2007-08-09 17:02:37 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I dont really get it.But i think it means life changes dramatically?it means more than that.I dont know the author I just read it in a book called 'The Perks Of Being A Wallflower'.i think I read it's also akid's suicide note.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was also all about
And the teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tuck him to bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"

2007-08-09 16:45:21 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

What mountain is higher than loneliness
And what valley is lower than despair
For my heart is torn in the wake of apathy
And I long for a life to share

The light stays dim behind my shades
And all the shadows glow
My voice echoes off the wall
With words that I don’t know

An orange beam filters in
Unwelcome guest in my room
What right the sun to be so bright
When I am filled with deadly gloom

My heart beats irregular
And my thoughts have no pattern
And I hear the wicked laughter
Because the ravens are a-gathering

My soul is on the wire
This might be the end
All the darkness, all the pain
Just cause I have no friend

So if you see me on the outside
Just smile and nod your head
And know that I’m still living
And not yet the living dead

2007-08-09 16:45:18 · 3 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

rules: everyone add one sentence to the poem.
and please try to make it cohesive.

2007-08-09 16:04:34 · 21 answers · asked by tt 2

Cause of Lost Love

You are the cause of my pain,
You use 2 walk with me in the rain

My days with u are numbered,
Our love has been murdered

We use to laugh and go for long walks,
Now we barely even talk

The key to great relationships is communication
Now all we have is irritation

A dove is a peaceful bird to bring happiness,
The cost we shall pay 4 ruining our Love is not because of the White Dove

BUT BECAUSE OF

LOST LOVE

2007-08-09 15:34:44 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-08-09 15:15:52 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

i am a young poet who is restless. i want to get discovered, but how? i've tried poetry competitions, but they usually just turn out to be a scam. not to be narsissistic, but i am too advanced for the options provided for my age group. (i'm thirteen.) the majority of other teenagers don't understand my work, and what adult would like to read the work of someone so young? i assure you, i am entirely on my own when i write. i don't have people help me at all, but i'm not sure that anyone would believe that...?

if you know of any publishing companies or online things that would work for my condition, could you notify me???

thank you!!!

2007-08-09 14:49:36 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

What Couldve Been.....
 

{for my first child I lost..........}


It seemed impossible but, true
Not a thing in the world I could do
Something went wrong, and then you were gone
Oh still, today I miss you
You’re name, I wasn’t sure If you’d be a boy or a girl
Jessica was nice as was the name Mike
I was uncertain till I got the word
You could’ve been my wonder
You could’ve been my prayer
All the time I thing about you
But, you’re still not here
I found out, my little boy
You’ve made my whole world such a joy
I picked out your clothes
The ones you’d wear home
With a blanket and some of your toys
You would be five this year
And have a sister to protect from all fear
To play with, to run with, to grow and have fun with
And from your mother, the best love and care
You could’ve been my wonder
You could’ve been my son
I think of reasons why you left me
You know I can’t think of one

2007-08-09 14:41:43 · 11 answers · asked by ? 3

(I say YES BUT, cowards can change too...right?)

When were you ever a coward?


With a needle in one hand
My stand
No doubt
A coward

With the needle in
Truely I show
Who I am
A coward

A painless trip
No baggage
Fully raw
A coward

Thoughts of termoil
Too much to think of
Even the littlest
The most minor things

(should I shave first?)
(do dishes?)
(make sure the kids made it too school?)
(shower? got to town? make lunch?)

The list is never ending
A sharp stick
Coward

Like pulling the plunger
to a busy day
A stiff drink would'nt do
(but, many help)

I hate long trips
(just a few for the nerves)
or for a coward

(Yawn) It's not bad
this trip
When the beat of your heart
makes you tired
Relax now coward

Just sleep

2007-08-09 14:37:01 · 13 answers · asked by ? 3

(trying something different *^_^*)


Under Swelters Swamp


What layed down beneath O'l Swalter some say
Was an old Swamp Hag some think lingers today
Old folk tales of horror and spellcasting past
Was she burnt, did she drown in her hades at last?

My Grand Ma-ma spoke of the times way back when
The old Swamp Hag of Swalter was her only friend
As the town of Swalter was stricken by fever
She left to get Swamp Hag but, the town folk said leave her

Grand Ma-ma made plans to sneak out of sight
Through thunderous storms on the darkest of nights
Grand Ma caught the fever though knowing not then
O'l Swamp Hag brewed up powerful medicine

Grand Ma rushed back to the people in care
But when she arrived, all were lined up and stared
'Punishment by drowning!' the towns people declared
She was whisked to the fountain and drowned in town square

2007-08-09 14:30:07 · 9 answers · asked by ? 3

(hypathetical people kk? *^_^*)


Perfect Murder?

'Thinkin
blinkin’
sometimes winkin’
Oh my G*d!
What is that stinkin?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Down in the cellar
did they find,
Year old blood spatter,
matter from minds?
Tids and strips
flesh rotted bits?
Scattered hair
tossed everywhere?
~
I say they did
A couldn’t miss
Yes certainly I
alone did this
All those fools
under My nails
Such wasted lives
they did entail
~
But, who? Yes, who?
Better than I
To commit
the perfect crime?
No one ever!
My secrete advice
To make all weapons
Yes, out of ice!
~
That d*mn girl scout
couldn’t get right
A friggin’ order for
cookies that night
And the mail I get,
'WELL,IT'S NOT MINE!'
But, that has changed,
I rid his kind!
~

2007-08-09 14:23:20 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

'Diagnosed
with arthritis
Makes it hard
to write
But, tack on
a-pen-disitis
Forces one
to type'

2007-08-09 14:16:57 · 8 answers · asked by ? 3

Come to the Edge he said?, They said: We are Afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them...and they flew.
Who said this and what does it mean?

2007-08-09 13:49:04 · 2 answers · asked by darcyaf1 3

Like you were more a secretary taking dictation...than a poet. You knew they weren't your own thoughts.???

2007-08-09 13:36:28 · 9 answers · asked by Deenie 6

PS,
i need to write a poem that is easy for me and not too short like a haiku. PLEASE ANSWER ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-08-09 11:53:05 · 4 answers · asked by momo n 1

2007-08-09 11:17:14 · 7 answers · asked by mashamontago 1

*****
Speak Up!

Small voices trembling,
Bringing forward offerings of verse,
Laid before the minion, a clipped council,
Cloaked, with their terse bursts of malcontent,

Then a maiden fair,
With shining jewel of prose profound,
At the sepulcher of mediocrity,
Shows a light quite rare and beautiful,

Crackling cheeks fight back smiles,
Gathering stars and thumbs, dusty, unspent,
As she speaks her rhyming crescendo,
Cold hearts deny their joy no more, in tears.

*****

2007-08-09 10:42:56 · 12 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I cant believe
I found someone as amazeing as you
You brightin up my day and make all my troubles go away
You show me everyday how much i mean to you
Everytime i see you my heart skips a beat
I can turn to you for comfort and advice
and whenevr i need help i know i'll always be able to count on you
Everytime were together it seems like the perfect place
I know youd never lie or want to see me cry
I cant get over this feeling of finding someone as perfect as you


<>I dont think its good but opinions please?><

2007-08-09 09:45:32 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm still planning to edit, and the punctuation is probably off. I just wrote this a few minutes ago:

~Pondering Apology~

Maybe I was the silly fool:
To try to make you stay my friend;
Perhaps the best has been fulfilled,
Though you don't care to make amends.

Maybe I was always the one
Condescending, proud and vain;
Oh! knowing I'm sorry or knowing I'm right
Doesn't always ease the pain.

Thinking back on what has happened,
Thinking of all the things I've revealed;
Interrupting your slight remarks,
Or unconciously ignoring your tiny appeals.

Well, here is my apology, dear friend,
For everything I've ever done wrong:
I hope you never know this hurt,
And never have to sing this song.

Though it's not 100%, this is based off something real. I was really upset last night. Poetry sure helps relieve feelings, doesn't it?

2007-08-09 09:16:07 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

i wrote it for homework when we were asked to write a poem about snow. At the time i thought it was great but reading it a few years on, i think i was i bit up myself at 11.

Droplets of elegance, twirling, swirling
Dancing with the wind
Settle softly, gently forming
A white carpet on the ground
It brings with it a serene silence
As if it sends the world to sleep
And it morphs the world’s common possessions
Into beauties, atypical
Cold as heartache but pleasure filled
Like a pair of deceitful eyes
That drag you into a crisp white bliss
Then cruelly penetrate your joy
Just like those eyes of treachery
The white crystals of fun
Hold an element of danger
Danger destructive and murderous
Flurries of fun become blizzards of fury
Devouring buildings and mankind alike
Suffocating cities, towns and country
And no more delight is seen
Droplets of elegance, twirling, swirling
Dancing with the wind
Settle over the body of one gone
And the terror of millions.

2007-08-09 09:11:16 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

These things,
make me remember you.
Sometimes,
at the end of November,
when the wind catches the leaves,
and the dusk runs away at five,
I remember you.

When the air stirs with a stench.
And the wind hits my lungs
brisk,
I remember you.

On occasion,
Looking at the stones
on the beach,
beneath my feet,
so far away from life,
I remember you.

I can't remember how you were,
but only how you are.
So subtle that thought.
Like an unexpceted breeze.
Or the darkness of room
whose light has vanished.
When I write my poetry.
I quiver with that one impression,
I remember you.

2007-08-09 09:06:19 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

this is a peom I wrote & I won several awards for it, hope you like it, I am not making an antiwar statement just a statement.
For us to win,
and them to lose,
is often times,
hard to choose,
if it was worth,
the lives it cost,
to suffer through,
the human loss,
to go to war,
and not come home,
when kids grow up,
all alone,
to lose a mother,
or a father,
kills the souls,
of son and daughter,
till the day ,
theyv'e wept and cried,
remembering then,
one who died.

2007-08-09 08:58:53 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous