Poetry

BLACK HALO'S

Silver angels of gray winter
haunting my tears to make me better
trying to tear down my black skies
learning to hate as I won't believe your lies
so, the light you attempt to blind me with instead
as I hide in the mist of winter's breath
your mouth I wash with death's silence
upon your lips I lay my toxic deliverance
now lips burnt of acid rain
you kissed your hate and swallowed your pain
as you felt the poison pulsing through your viens
now no longer silver, you've faded to gray
as well as your skin, now peeled and frayed
a kiss of toxic lust on your lips
kissing your now winter cold corpse







I feel this is the most poetic I've been in any of my poems.

2007-08-08 14:59:00 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

If orange were red
And red were blue
Would you look at me
If I said I was you

If the truth were a lie
And a lie were a joke
Could you tell my painting
But by the stroke

Cause you plagiarized
And you stole from me
Now a lie you are
And shall ever be

When the sun gets mad
Orange turns to red
And the strokes on the canvas
Is where I bleed

Now you are me
And I got what I’m due
And a joke is a joke
Cause I stole from you too

2007-08-08 14:26:29 · 3 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

The start of life.
It's bright and in full swing.
Grass is green, birds chirping
It's the beginning of spring.

The adolescence of nature.
There is no other.
The freedom and warmth
Of the middle of summer.

Adulthood begins
With cool crisp air.
Green leaves turn brown
Autumn is here.

Death is getting closer
As the snow and ice pile.
Not a leaf on a tree.
Winter will be here for awhile.

2007-08-08 14:18:26 · 3 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

You, Where Does It All Go?
Dig into skin with
stray
cat
claws.
Dog howls at night
to
harmonica
songs.
Candles burn low, all
out
of
matches.
Stare at the sputtering wick
as
it
flashes.

More than a day without sleep and tired
to the bones, but my mind’s caught a streak.
Putting off my drink to empty out my head.
Getting just a bit closer to the tracks
I claim
I tread.

But trying is a *****;
trying
takes
time,
dedication,
regularity,
and best of all,
conviction.

Though, it pleases just the same to talk and dream,
and so I tend to do instead,
educated and fairly well-read,
And lazy (or uninspired),
Heart sedated by a faint desire,
more ego
Than I like to admit. Half a cliché,
Still, half a cliché. Plain to see
What ties me down the most
is me.

Just fix it boy, it’s not so hard.
Sober up and get serious--
FOCUS.
I am only energy in motion--
a white
astral
aura.
The bearded man,
Keeper
of
Souls
and
Enlightenment
has not called on me

2007-08-08 13:28:50 · 4 answers · asked by BodaciousWiseManOfBhutan 1

I had written an earlier poem about Howard Hughes, and I wasn't entirely happy with it. I reflected on the critiques and wanted to try again in free verse. It may need some knowledge of Hughes to get this. Comments?

Howard and the Details

They just never noticed
the details. How Jane Russell
had four nipples. How peas
were different sizes. How peaches were

dirty, dirty, dirty.
How germs crawled
all over your face,
hands. Touch
food with those?
Make the peaches dirtier
filthy.

They didn’t know
what to do. Fix the blouse,
it’s the seam. Line them up
with a fork for
perspective. And if I’m going
to eat those things:
Scrub off the label!
Clean the bare metal
of the can. Be careful
with the fork, don’t touch
anything else. Did you remember
to cover your hands
with paper towels?

They didn’t notice. They didn’t listen
And the damn plane was birch
not spruce.

2007-08-08 13:24:06 · 11 answers · asked by Todd 7

Follow the sun.
I've always wanted to do.
Once I track it down.
Not sure what i'll do.

Follow the sun.
Bright yellow warmth, to it's low orange glow.
Where will it take me?
Does anyone know?

Follow the sun, faster I go.
As I try to track it down,
I wonder if it can be caught
Before it goes down.

Follow the sun.
I try to keep pace.
I'm getting tired
Of this never ending chase.

2007-08-08 13:21:12 · 6 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

A mom and daughters relashonship. Me and my mom are not very close at all and i would just like a poem about a bad relashonship between a mom and daughter. please anyone have any??

2007-08-08 12:06:17 · 3 answers · asked by chelc 1

To Awaken

How can I express what’s in my heart to you
Show you the abundant love inside
What miracle can beseech my soul to you
To unleash the kindred spirit inside

How do I shed this loneliness shroud I wear
And awaken from countless eons of despair
What miracle will bring your love to me
To lift this soul with care

How do I awaken from this slumber
The hellish nightmare of empty days
What miracle will usher the moments
To bond this love for all days

How so often I do dream of you
Embracing the love that hides
What miracle your love has brought to me
To awaken and know your love is mine


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2007-08-08 10:55:00 · 5 answers · asked by James F 2

Lets get to the point. My neighbors are passing a thing on and we pass it down. So my family plans to make a poem or asks me to make a poem cause im a poet. The problem is the poem has to be FUNNY and kinda WEIRD and I can't do that. So your quest is to write a poem about a zucini thats FUNNY and WEIRD. The poem will be ACROSTIC ok. Pleasee be a good poet.

Z
U
C
I
N
I

Thats acrostic just add words.

Thank you.

Let the best poem win.

2007-08-08 10:52:10 · 13 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

Is love a myth?
Like a goddess or god.
Is love real?
Or just a just a facade.

Is love truly
All you need?
Is love a necessity
Or is it greed?

2007-08-08 10:27:17 · 6 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

Growth

I'm old enough now.
No need to rub rose petals
on the truth anymore.
I smelled the reality of this.

Cluttered with forgotten poems,
carved walls, spirits, and loss,
My lonely home sits, awake
and waiting for me.

2007-08-08 10:16:18 · 22 answers · asked by Linz ♥ VT 4

I have to write an easy about how john keats applied aristotle's Poetics. But i dont understand this poem.has anyone read or anylized this poem?

"Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John Keats

I
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
II
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -- yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
III
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
IV
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
V
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," -- that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

2007-08-08 10:15:44 · 7 answers · asked by A&A 1

I want to write a poem that has those things and the word in them

2007-08-08 09:27:37 · 3 answers · asked by angelaaliyahlove 1

The Monsters in the Back Room
Sittin there singing their own tune
Discussing politcs in a special way
important issues attepting to sway
all those problems we see all day

But most of all They don't know
and after I Don't care
Yet once in for all I just say no
so don't fall now
Just welcome the crow

Those Dreams you had all flew away
only to come back to a better day
if the fields could talk we'd hear them say
Build me an arc to preserve our way

Dodging class to play in the rain
but Shooting stars were never filled the pain
Subdividing atoms up in space
simply confiding in the the winner of the race

The Dove is such a poetic creature
but can anyone ever truely reach her
speaking out for social morality
and justice for all or is that just insanity

Feed your drivel to the dogs
can't tell what's right or wrong
Incredible accounts of vivid distortion
or are you just trying to get a reaction

Toys for purposeful wrath of destruction

2007-08-08 09:17:08 · 3 answers · asked by Do I look Like I'm Joking 4

I close my eyes its your face I see
Thoughts of you always haunting me
I've heard it gets easier as time goes bye
Yet I still miss you after all this time
A teenage girl That needed you
A grown woman that still needs you
Confused and lost and afraid to hope
I push people away just so I can cope
I'm afraid to let someone close to me
So afraid that they to might leave
Though I know you had no choice
It doesnt change that telltale voice
I talk to you from time to time
though its not the same as a phone line
I wish we could have had more time together
Though I'll remeber you forever

2007-08-08 08:32:28 · 16 answers · asked by rebeccaangel2004 2

If you saw me walking down the street
I’d be a perfect stranger to meet and greet
I wear bright colors and do my hair
My pants are clean without a tear
I have plenty of friends
And know the new trends
But deep inside I’m a real mess
Full of pain depression and a lot of stress.
I go home and deal with fight after fights
And my life is full of lonely nights
But hidden underneath my fake little smile
My heart is mangled and left in a pile
Because I’m hurting you see, deep down inside
And fixing things with my parents? Ha, I’ve tried
All it does is get me in trouble
And leave my emotions in a pile of rubble
So a long time ago I did something bad
I couldn’t take anymore of that man called dad
So I pulled out a razor and did something I thought id never do
I rolled up my sleeve and cut what I thought was just a few
Now that same little girl you saw walking down the street
No longer looks so innocent and sweet.

Ive become a stranger to even myself at times.=(

2007-08-08 07:39:41 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

hi, i need a vague and rough meaning of these lines

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat--
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote

these are some lines of the poem "the lost leader" by robert browning

PLEASE!!! Urgently needed..thnx :)

2007-08-08 07:06:06 · 3 answers · asked by whatever 1

i need a poem for a naughty fisherman from up north who said he would come and see me, when he got back from being on a boat for 11 days, but he got to drunk and never bo0thered

2007-08-08 06:57:33 · 11 answers · asked by katy c 1

Night

When moonlight glides
Over the surface of the lake
Fireflies wander happily
In their first wake.

Lights shimmer
Blinking on and off.
A whispering breeze
Flutters over the silent meadow.

A little star cries
lost and misplaced.
It falls down onto the grass
where it slowly fades away.

The moon gives it's light
For a silent rabbit
that's finding it's way home.
It rushes into cuddly arms.

Far away
In a little cottage
A mother quietly sings
a lullaby to her baby.

The summer air
Is crisp and clear
With the smells of
Life.

2007-08-08 04:30:29 · 10 answers · asked by lilpaw12 2

Thank You Mom
Growing up mom i can remember
How much we struggled
I saw the Tears from your eyes
I never understood why

All I see is us diffrent
and i understand the crule world
thats hard to survive
but mom i love you
cause you did everything right

we might of had little food to eat
but you kept us stronger each day
I hope somehow i can pay you
back someday!!

2007-08-08 03:27:19 · 4 answers · asked by NESHA 2

Arms and legs
Like you and me
Brains and braun
And eyes to see

Took a different path
They feel the shame
We look at them
And see the pain

Whether doing life
Or living it
We're all the same
Just the same

2007-08-07 23:04:12 · 6 answers · asked by Philomena M 2

dont take

before i lay in bed
and shut my eyes
i pray to the lord
my god
my savior
and the one who gets me through everything
the one who listens when no one else will
hes the one who helps me when my brother scares me
and says he wants to kill himself
he gets me through the times i feel like crap about for lying
i pray to him whenever my friends are in trouble
i get his support when my parents have nothing better to do
than yell at me
and when i come home and i just need to get something off my chest
hes always there
and always will be
i know that no matter what
he wont judge me
because no matter what its about
sex, drugs, alcohol
anything
he wont care,
he will listen to me
and he will forgive me for anything
because he knows that i love him
and would never do anything to disappoint him
he knows i always feel bad
he sees me crying every night
because all the pain inside of me
because he is the most powerful
one in the world
and he is my lord
my savior
and he will be
till the day i di

2007-08-07 20:36:01 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

i'm a lonely
young man
looking for love
not misery.

i've seeked high
and low,
searched left
and right.

yet no girl has come,
not the right one at least,
so my lost search
continues once again....

2007-08-07 17:16:29 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Runaway out of this place.
Away, away from disgrace.
Runaway to a far land.
Can anyone else understand.
Runaway to somewhere, where I can be sane.
Able to hide from all but my brain.

2007-08-07 16:57:35 · 15 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

Like wind blowing, through my head.
CHAOS
Enough said,
NO
Is chattered from one thousand souls dead.

Rapid pumping, inside my chest.
CHAOS
Can't be protected by a bullet proof vest.
YES
In my life, it has gotten the best.

2007-08-07 16:40:49 · 5 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

Thank you,

If it is a known and published poet, please supply the name of the peice and the poet.

If it is your own...
Thank you for sharing.
Peace,
Sam

2007-08-07 15:50:17 · 4 answers · asked by Sam 4

Back to the grind,
Is it time?
Mindless days
The only way to define.

Like cattle in a pasture
out to graze.
How much more can I take of these mindless days.

numbness begins to take over.
It's risen from my feet,
To the top of my shoulder.
My brain, I can't let it beat.

Mindless days
I must eliminate.
Creator or clone?
What is my fate?

2007-08-07 15:42:34 · 6 answers · asked by kidfisher420 1

Over the fence—
Strawberries—grow—
Over the fence—
I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Berries are nice!

But—if I stained my Apron—
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear,—I guess if He were a Boy—
He'd—climb—if He could!

What is the sense, feeling, tone, and suthors intention?

2007-08-07 14:07:02 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

please dont take this and claim it as your own...thank you
i just want to know what people think:


My days of being dazed
are over
i cant pursue
who i long to be
without dumping the old me
I have subsequently
consummated that
the person i was
is in the past
and was not even
the practical me
It was the girl
who did things
because of the influences
surrounding her
The new girl
that has emerged
is the true girl
that had been locked inside all along
waiting for her to encounter the key
and that key she had been longing to find
was waiting right there
because the key
was the willingness to accept the person you are
no matter who stands in your way

2007-08-07 12:53:15 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

What does it mean?


She waits, pen in hand,
Hoping the words will soon appear
But the paper remains blank as her mind races
So many words to write… none to choose
Her hands twitched for a pen
As the thought occurred
A burst of excitement along with it
Her temper will be tested as the pen refuses to write
Or maybe her mind just refuses to let it…

2007-08-07 12:47:33 · 8 answers · asked by ***Lena*** 2