Poetry

If poems that do not rhyme are "Free verse", then what are rhyming poems called?

2007-08-09 08:06:56 · 20 answers · asked by Anonymous

It's a Villanelle.

-Morning-

I always smile when I look to the skies.
In its gray-blue color, what do I see?
The beauty of morning is in his eyes.

The sweet morning brings me soft lonely sighs,
My first morning thoughts are of thee,
I always smile when I look to the skies.

When he stole my heart in a pirate's guize,
I said, "I love you most passionately."
The beauty of morning is in his eyes.

In the sun's rays, tokens of our love lie.
The sun on my face is his kiss to me.
I always smile when I look to the skies.

His love is the reason my tears are dry.
It's through his love that my heart is made free.
The beauty of the morning is in his eyes.

May we never have to say our good-byes,
May our love grow like the strong, old oak tree.
I always smile when I look to the skies,
the beauty of morning is in his eyes.

2007-08-09 07:46:21 · 11 answers · asked by Cinnibuns 5

HOLDING ON

We need someone to hold
at night, during the day, always
and we hold on like there is no tommorow
as the winds blow and trees fall and rain pours
But we can't hold on too tight
Every time we do...
Death comes and takes the ones we love the most away
Not the ones we don't care about, the ones most dear
maybe it was because we held on too tight
or maybe...

2007-08-09 06:58:52 · 6 answers · asked by on_the_move4ever 3

Losing you

The cloud changes its face
just because it saw me first
I am just surviving each day
In time it will pass
But for now, I cry inside
Till I can cry on the outside
Till the fog is lifted and the pain is gone.
I'll always remember you, Always.

2007-08-09 06:55:29 · 3 answers · asked by on_the_move4ever 3

University
Knowledge is as the universe expanding in every way.
How will it keep its intregrity? If this follows it can't stay!
Look, see here, the apple on the ground?
After its fallen from the tree, it doesn't hang around!

Focus is as gravity that keeps things quite on track.
Here is one of learning's tools with integrity quite intact!
Look, see here, the witness of the moon?
I must ask you here this day, will it be falling soon?

We are as the wondering child playing with many toys,
While finding how things work today,
we're making a lot of noise.
Look, see here, we grow this way, to gather what remains.
We then move on to another stage to focus in our reigns.

2007-08-09 06:55:18 · 3 answers · asked by marian 2

A single word from thy mouth
by: Amy

At night time when all is asleep, he comes out
Mr. No one, as he calls himself humbly.
And at night he visits the places he use to love
and the people that use to love him
He is no one, but a voice from the past
A memory
Yet he hopes to evoke imagination
and a determined heart
To stand up for what is right
to fight till the fight is done
“No more will darkness rule!” He screams.
Until he finds out nobody cares
and he walks away mournfully in the dark
But he will come out again-
when all eyes are shut
when people dream
Yet he hopes there might be someone out there to stand.
Today.

2007-08-09 06:19:28 · 7 answers · asked by Viola G. 6

Rules

A shooting star rips through the dark sky,
Tears my heart in two,
And closes my eyes...

A scene is drawn out in my mind,
The things I must do,
And what I should find...

An empty page lies before me,
The rules aren't written,
And I am lonely...

A single moment ruins it all,
The walls cave in,
And crumble and fall...

Now I know what I must do,
I must not hold back,
And find a way through...

As for now, I need no sign,
To show me the path,
And keep me in line...

I can play by my own rules,
Guide myself;
I need no tools...

A heart, a soul, a mind, a song,
Is all I need,
And I belong...

2007-08-09 06:17:25 · 6 answers · asked by cadence 2

Reality

Sometimes I look at the world and I smile,
I toss all my worries off into a pile;
I forget all the bad, all the horrible things,
I leave them behind, like a bird without wings;
For a moment or two, everything seems all right,
Until my problems climb higher, to a glorious height;
As everything happening starts to sink in,
I feel trapped, I feel lost, I feel caged, I feel beaten;
And I'm about to give up when somehow I know,
That whatever I do and wherever I go,
That reality will be tough, will be cruel, will be hard on my mind,
But when I look deep down inside, it's answers I'll find.

2007-08-09 06:14:29 · 5 answers · asked by cadence 2

What's a PAYING poetry magazine or webzine that I could send my poem to ?

2007-08-09 05:03:26 · 5 answers · asked by MidnightWaker 2

Those two haven't been thinking straight since they went on the drinking and druggin' and red light districtin' binge in Hamsterdam. I never thought I'd miss that simple leather-clad flasher of the olden days, AND I'M NOT GAY, but this avatar
shufflin' business has gone too far! Who will write the tome?
Authors, start your engines!

2007-08-09 05:00:04 · 6 answers · asked by Monsieur Recital Vinyliste 6

"An Angel's Wings"

There were times I asked for help,
A guardian's magical touch.
I wanted someone to carry me
So it wouldn't hurt so much.
I asked for the strength of a Titan,
To overcome the heavy walls.
I aksed for the heart of a lion,
For teh courage to never fall.
I asked for the help of an angel,
I asked for angel wings
To carry me over the parapet
And through the burning rings.
Finally, I realized
What I held within myself.
All these traits and others -
I didn't need that help!
And though I had prayed for them
And hid behind a smile
I really DID have angel wings
And they were carrying me all the while!

2007-08-09 04:58:45 · 8 answers · asked by Shelly 3

Long time since
feeling this way.
Feeling at all.
The joy of day.
More emotions
than anger and hate.
Blissful feelings,
a euphoric state.
There it was gone.
Blood has been boiled.
Feeling of joy,
so easily spoiled.
Feeling of happiness,
will I ever truly know?
At this moment in time,
the answer is NO.

2007-08-09 04:33:06 · 5 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

it's based on a novel i wrote a year ago by a man name "synthetic"

2007-08-09 04:06:23 · 6 answers · asked by thomasdavidhalbrook@yahoo.com 2

We love.
We lust.
We fight.
We fuss.
We healthy.
We ill.
We save.
We kill.
( Then )
We forgive and forget.

2007-08-09 03:46:21 · 8 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

I think it is all a pretentious scam. The Emporer wears no clothes.

2007-08-09 03:11:22 · 19 answers · asked by ross x 6

Nothing to fear
My path is clear
The future's in sight
It's time to fight
For the best of me
The best I can be
Is yet to come
It might be doubted by some
But now is the time
The planets are aligned
So watch this space
As I find my place
In this wonderful world
I'm just a girl
But it's time to break free
Time for the real me

2007-08-09 02:36:13 · 4 answers · asked by Philomena M 2

Send down lightning,
With buckets of rain,
Unleash a howling wind,
Across the prairie,

Defiant eye looks down,
Unscrupulous tyrant,
I shake a fist at you,
From my parched field,

Leary of the prankster,
Don’t flood me like Johnstown,
I just want water,
On my corn and potatoes,

I cannot stand here much longer,
With the beetles and cicadas,
I’ll crumble and die,
Left for them to devour,

Tomatoes long since wilted,
Tsunami couldn’t bring them back,
We’ve eaten what would grow,
Nothing left to can,

This winter, we’ll eat Purina,
Leaving to big dog to hunt,
I cannot find the words,
For my vengeful prayer,

“Honey! Look Out!”
I was asleep at the wheel,
I had the strangest dream,
We were poor farmers eating dogfood…

2007-08-09 02:29:56 · 5 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

In promotion of ACTUAL knowledge of established poetic tradition to counterbalance the overabundance of questions from would-be poets seeking needy validation for their personal poems, I'll give best answer status to the person who FIRST answers all 5 questions below SATISFACTORILY.

I already know the answer to the first four, so it's #5 that's make or break as your subjective response. Make it cogent and articulate!

1) What are the three basic types or modes of poetry? Provide names and definitions.

2) Name one Elizabethan poet, one romantic poet, and one modernist poet.

3) What is "prosody?"

4) Who is the current poet laureate for the US?

5) How is poetry relevant to you in a 21st century society?

2007-08-09 02:11:02 · 13 answers · asked by Always the Penumbra 3

No similar questions found - What a surprise!

2007-08-08 23:21:25 · 13 answers · asked by Yellowstonedogs 7

2007-08-08 22:51:20 · 2 answers · asked by Swe 1

TRANSFORMING INTO EVIL'S SKIN
I see heaven behind your eyes
but I know you heaven's a lie
looking into the eyes of the devil
the very essence of pure evil
as you inject demons into my vien's
the needle that is the devil's blade
crawling like parasites
the only thing keeping me alive
tearing into my brain
in my head, exploding voices with pain
now I hear your voice
and severed of my chioce
fo love or hate you
and hate you I do
as my eyes shadder to black
the devil's reject is back
my breath now fueled by fire
now inside burns the desire
to decapitate and slit your throat
and watch you helplessly squirm like a legless roach





When I named this poem I was listening to Marilyn Manson's "Wrapped in plastic".Very good song.One of many by him.

2007-08-08 19:31:00 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

My teacher is making us write a poem about us, I usually good at writing poetry, just not when its about myself; so I was wondering if anyone could help, if they had any examples or just something that might spark some inspiration.
Basicly it just has to be about people, places, phrases, traditions, smells/sounds, tastes/food, sights, activities, and/or clothing/trends.

2007-08-08 17:29:22 · 5 answers · asked by Retro Craze 3

any reference from the mahabharata or similar books or the current global scenario ?

2007-08-08 17:08:22 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Each time on my
leaving home I run
back to my mothers
arms,one last hold
then it's over.

Watching me, you know
I cry, you wave
a kiss goodbye.
Feel the sky fall
down upon me!

All I am
a child with promises
All I have
are miles full of
promises of home.

If only I could stay
with you,my train
moves on,you're
gone from view,Now
I must wait until it's over.

Day's will pass, your
words to me, it
seems to long, eternity
but I must wait
till it's over.

my friend gave me this
poem a lond time ago
so I thought I might
post it so others
could read it.
she said she coppied it some
where.

2007-08-08 17:02:57 · 6 answers · asked by *Ruffian* 3

Do you create your title before you create your poem, or do you create your poem before you create your title?

I find that I do both, but the later more frequently. For me I find my title in the structure of my poem.

(My idea remains the same.)

Peace,
Sam

2007-08-08 16:57:55 · 12 answers · asked by Sam 4

Don't call me emo. Just because I write sad stuff doesn't mean I am. And this isn't just me complaining, it not even about me. It's about a girl, I'm a guy.

She Rests In Peace (dumb name i'm thinking of a new one)

------------------

Tortured child

Leave her alone

She's never good enough for you

She never can be

Don't expect perfection

You've crippled her

She doesn't see any way out

Her vision is clouded

Feeling hopeless

She picks up her knife

And on this final try

She ends her life

2007-08-08 16:25:26 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

What's the best introductory text on poetry interpretation/theory, and can you compile a (short) reading list to get familiar?

2007-08-08 15:59:43 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I asked god for a minute,
He gave me a day.
I asked god for a flower,
He gave me a boquet.
I asked god for a lover,
He gave me that too.
I asked god for an angel,
And he gave me you.

2007-08-08 15:24:40 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I loved him from the start
I new we would never part

My very first love
as beautiful as a dove

He has my heart
his is like a work of art

He is gorgeous in every way
I love this man every day.

2007-08-08 15:18:03 · 3 answers · asked by RAW DIVA™ 5

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

2007-08-08 14:59:10 · 3 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7