Poetry

i wrote it all by myself

you shine like a wonderful star
up so high and yet so far
you went up there in may
while i was by the rivers bay
i will never see you anymore
because i am stuck down here on the earths floor

on a scale of 1(being worst) and 10(being best) what do you think??

2007-08-04 05:22:52 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

1.
should i die tonight,
or live to tomorrow
should i grave the gun and end the sorrow
or grave the bottle and drown my sorrow
2.
Deep down inside me this a dark thing that wants to break free. It has it grasp over
over me it makes me feel like life is'nt worth it all. Like death is the way out.I try
to fight it but its taking over.It's making me hurt my self and people around me.
It wants blood it needs a life.It's going to be the end of me the end of my life.I
could feel it i could feel its plan .It plans to drive me crazy it plans to take me
over. It plan's destroy all that i have all that i love .I know how to end it tring to
hurting other peole . The only way is having to end me. It's the only way to stop the pain
that it would make me cause
3.
do you ever feel like dieing
dou you not like trying
do you like shying away
well just take a bottle
and lie asleep
4.
the darkness inside me flows free
thought my pours
thought my mouth
thought my eyes
what am i
the anti-Christ
spawn of Satan
the feeling make
me wonder can i be saved
i know god exists
because i exist
my father exists
but am i doomed
or can i be saved
from eternal damnation
5.
t started when i left
i got a taste
felt like the best
i was high
now im dieing be cause of it
its all gone
the money ran out
the drugs ran out
and here i am now
without a fix
6.
line after line
im more confused
living in a dump with you
dieing inside
line after line im with you
dieing with you
hiding with you
line after line
living in hell
line after line
now your gone
line after line
all alone
dieing alone
line after line

2007-08-04 03:38:15 · 12 answers · asked by bik_ko 3

As I lay down on the grass....

2007-08-04 03:13:20 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

the darkness inside me flows free
thought my pours
thought my mouth
thought my eyes
what am i
the anti-Christ
spawn of Satan
the feeling make
me wonder can i be saved
i know god exists
because i exist
my father exists
but am i doomed
or can i be saved
from eternal damnation

2007-08-04 03:11:20 · 7 answers · asked by bik_ko 3

Its called, A Soldiers Way..........
Where are you America I long to be ,
My wonderful home across the sea ,
Where is my home I can no longer see
Where all my friends are waiting for me.
I miss you all so very much....

2007-08-04 02:21:53 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Virtual comedy


Who are these day dreamers,
Spider web weavers,
Tangled in a language,
They barely understand,
Expressionless bumblers,
Affectionless stumblers,
Begging for praise,
Trapped in a maze,
Of mindless keystroke mumbling.

*****

I must apologize in advance to everyone whom this will offend. This one is dedicated to whomever it is that keeps flagging me. To my friends…the new situation is growing. There will soon be a real virtual coffee shop.

America was built by men who did their business in the open air, face to face, hand to hand. There was no need for a written agreement, as long as the secretary recorded the transaction.

When you decide that someone else does not deserve a voice because what they have said offends you, it is YOU that has offended. Free speech is the only real freedom. It costs money to buy a gun, a newspaper or to start a church.

Richard Brotbeck
http://www.brotbeck.net/

2007-08-04 02:10:20 · 6 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

The clock stops ticking. I
Stand her listening
to what?...nothing.
My black suit covers my
Exhausted body. The
Color describing
The event
Before my return. I
Cannot hear you, though I
Can feel your presence,
Though I know your
Existence is well beyond
My reach. Where have you gone?
Answer me...aren't you
Thankful that I've
Witnessed your departure-that
I cared for where you
Disappeared into
Mid-light? Did you
See me? Erect upon the
Grass, not lying adjacent
To you? Did your wish
For my warmth to
Bring life to your flesh? The life
I would have given you,
Was what you desired
Of me? How can
The darkness commingle with
The light? I do not, and
Will never exist
As you did. My
Jar of life is filled with filth
From my garden. The
Clock stopped ticking this
Very hour. Make
It tick once more. I wanted
You, I needed you. Your
Light is gone. The clock
Stops ticking. I
Stand her. I listen.

2007-08-04 01:44:00 · 4 answers · asked by Anthony C 4

Siena

Those golden days of sorrow-filled adoration
Along the canals and in the forests
Vastly lost on God’s estate,

Waiting for you in an ancient cafe
A half glass of aged Madeira
The old fear that you may no show

But then, around the bend
Into refracted cathedral light
You carried grief to me.

Your face, a too-often read story
Of how things wouldn’t be
And I half listened, studying your radiance

Cheviche and uneaten truffles watched
As I argued for us-- and you said no,
Then disappeared into cobblestone shadows

I learned gilded lessons of love and isolation
And left us in the past for thinner-rooted places,
Thin promises of new days.

Love and mourning twist in the traditional way,
Pulling me back to a café on the river
To see you again in Siena.

2007-08-04 01:07:11 · 4 answers · asked by ObscureB 4

It is named 'WHAT CAN A LITTLE LAD DO'

What can a little lad do?
For his country and for u?
He can keep his good name,
He can play a straight game,
That's one good thing he can do.

From the days of his youth,
He can abide by the truth,
That's another good thing he can do.

He can fight the good fight,
And stand for what is right,
That's one brave thing he can do.

He can spend a moment in prayer,
He can learn to love and to care,
And that's the best thing he can do.

HOW IS IT?
Thanks for reading!

2007-08-03 21:15:36 · 12 answers · asked by sweetgirl1 3

its a acrostic on makeup and im in year 8

Makeup
An everyday essential in a girl’s life
Kohl black eyeliner
Eyes coated in mascara
Under the layer of foundation
Peoples true beauty lies.

2007-08-03 18:30:52 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-08-03 15:35:43 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Hey guys. This is a poem I wrote about life in the city, and the way America is all about rushing and not looking back. Enjoy and please criticize!

People are walking

Along the crowded streets they rush, only

Stopping for the speeding cars

They rush past the poor musician playing

Beautiful music, for they are too busy

going places.

The homeless man sits next to the musician, thankful

For his blanket as he searches for hope.

Everyone is different here, but they appear

The same in their suits- these crowded streets

could be more than just a city

These rushed people cry out to be more, more

Than a blur of unspoken colors.

Each one has an unheard story

An America that is hidden, untouched

I am young, but I have seen the people walking

Along the crowded streets, some envy

How fast these people walk.

I envy the homeless man, who walks slowly.

2007-08-03 11:52:31 · 17 answers · asked by B(^_^)b 3

A Lady's Lament

Hey, ho, The tides rolls in.
I have lost my love again.
He has sailed across the sea.
What will become of me?

I stand here talking to the sea.
Will she bring him back to me?
Day by day she tells her lies.
Night by night my spirit dies.

So it goes throughout the years.
As the end of my life nears.
No answer comes, she does not care.
She acts like I'm not even there.

The sea she's claimed my own true love.
But I've had words from up above.
Dreams come to me upon the wind.
Last words from him that he did send.

"My love, love the sea she would not wait.
So I'll meet you up at heaven's gate.
Where I'll claim you back again."

Hey, ho, Fiddly-I-O.
The tide rolls in again my friend.
Hey, ho, Fiddly-I-O.
Hey, ho, Fiddly -I-O!

2007-08-03 10:17:15 · 8 answers · asked by nytestar40 2

i think he isn't as great as people say

2007-08-03 08:39:36 · 15 answers · asked by V 4

“Give it Up to Gain it All”


The happy life, a life molested
For this need for greed is being tested

And I see this sea of greedy chaos cursed
So through trial I seek within myself first

Because why should I conform to a society depressed
When most need getting their values addressed

How come lying and stealing somehow seem so appealing
Since it is in the end that we still are not seeing

That the content fly by with no need to try
And the rest feed off greed as they whine and cry

So I’m taking a stand of a life without vain
Because the popular view make’s all sane insane

For our sin corrupted will guide us astray
So fill your heart with the Lord that you may
Find peace on this earth and in Heaven some day

There is no truth that is truer than He
There is no truth truer, than He

2007-08-03 05:37:55 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

What are your opinions about this poem ??
What exactly is "The Second Coming" all about in this poem by Yeats ??

~~**Spread smiles**~~ :-)

2007-08-03 05:32:55 · 5 answers · asked by ♪♥*B.B.K*♥♪ 7

I don't know you
Only me
I've always been alone
You see
I only know one
Not two
That's why it's hard to
Be with you

You might think I am
All you need
But you shouldn't
Be with me
You can't fix me
You can't help
So for now
It's just myself

2007-08-03 05:09:37 · 9 answers · asked by Philomena M 2

FINAL FLIGHT OF LIGHT

sunday morning.
your voice slid a slice of light
into my eyes,

your smile dusted the debris
of memos and bills
off my shoulders.

and i wished the time
to stand still
so that i could cling

to the tender laughter
in your eyelashes;
so that i could lay my head

on your tiny thighs
and listen to the riddles
rivuleting from your tongue.


riddles that yesterday
were rattled and clipped
by the anger that oozed

from my eyes, mouth, and fist –
a beast that refused the warm breeze
brought by the sea of your why’s.

a, how i wished i could tie the sun
and lift it above the hills
a little longer –

i still would like to play with you
to annoy you, to say sorry,
and to sleep embracing you,

my child. but the dusk
has already fluffed its wings, the wind
has whistled the final flight of light.

2007-08-03 04:52:45 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

The Candle flickers as the clock winds,
The young Princess sits on her bed as the shackles around her hands bind.
A death trap lies above her bed.
A mallet tied with rope just waiting to smash her head.
She waits for her prince to come,
But that's like waiting for the chatty to be mum.
She sees only one way to make it out of this alive; she must escape and she has to be conniving.
The sun comes up on almost a perfect day, but if she can't escape another night she awaits.
The evildoer leaves her for a fight.
She has to act quickly and take flight.
Seeing that her shackles will never give she must find a tool to pry them loose. No use another day is lost, but the Prince arrives to cut that cost.
He forces the binds off with one single move.
The princess asks him how he got there in time. His reply was short and sweet. I wound the clock back.

2007-08-03 04:13:07 · 6 answers · asked by NightWalker97 2

I found myself lost in the dark.
I was blind so I followed my heart.
Missing marks was the scary part.
But I didn't give up the fight.
Even though I had no sight.
Suddenly there was hope a glimmer of light.

2007-08-03 04:11:55 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Alexandrian Ashes

These are the words from the book,
Regard them, guard them,
Saying magical things,

Recite these words from the book,
Respect them, reflect them,
Holding them high,

Remember the words from the book,
Passed down, passed around,
Inscribing in stone,

Share the words from the book,
In translation, in notation,
Cataloging accurately,

Content with the words from the book,
No demand to understand,
Accepting codification.

*****

HA!
And now...Away to the library...!

2007-08-03 03:15:39 · 12 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

The feeling of the poem could be of any topic, any length.
1) MUST BE A POEM
2) MUST INCLUDE ALL 10 (TEN) WORDS Inside the Poem
3) The 10 words are: 1) Power, 2) Sadness 3) Knight 4)Magical 5)Shocked 6)Deadly 7) Scuptor 8) Dreamer 9) Ring(s) and 10) Dance
4) TOPIC is of your choice
5) Have Fun!

2007-08-03 03:02:35 · 11 answers · asked by poetic_muses 2

I know there’s something, that I do not see
But somehow I feel it, all around me
It gives me warm feelings, when I act really good
As I get older, I now act as I should

It might be my age, that I am starting to feel
Helping my soul, I am trying to heal
When I now sleep, beside my new wife
I do remember, those times in my life

I wasn’t perfect, I did all the things
That being young, we just called them flings
My mind wasn’t molded, I didn’t think clearly
I think I hurt people, that I loved real dearly

I heard of angels, all bright with a glow
If they were here, wouldn't I know
I’ve heard some stories, more good then are bad
They pray for our souls and never get mad

Maybe sometime, someday or someplace
I’ll meet my angel, she’ll show her face
Something inside me, answers my plea
Why look for an angel, one sleeps beside me

2007-08-03 01:24:34 · 5 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1

currently...around 26.

2007-08-03 00:31:44 · 3 answers · asked by ericbahns 1

2007-08-02 21:56:12 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

I need you...

Like the night sky without the moon and stars
LIke a good song on the radio in the car

I need you to protect me from it all
I need you to pick me up if I trip and fall

Like an empty room with no whispers of excitement
Like a statue without the stone made out of cement

I need you when the wind wants to blow me away
I need you when I want to hide in a dark hole til I start to decay

Like a poem with a verse or a line to rhyme with
Like Hercules and his myths

I need you more than you'll ever know
I need you like blood, in my veins which flows

My heart beats for you, my heart beats for your love
I sore when I look at you, like the eagles soring above

I need you to love move, for you like me for whom I am, and who I want to be
But what can't i make you see...

I need you...

2007-08-02 21:16:07 · 5 answers · asked by Jules or Juliet 4

your heart is racing,you feel the cold of the steel against your hand

thoughts are running through your head,trying to think,think of somthing,anything

looking for reasons.finding only bleeding and bruises

trying to feel,looking for love and finding only emptyness

your mind goes back to the present,your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest

you reach for the trigger,you look back upon the past

the heartache,the pain,

it's to late to go back now,whats done is done

the past is unchangable....

and your head tells you "pull the trigger" and your heart stops

2007-08-02 21:11:53 · 5 answers · asked by katey 2

Can you please tell me what are the most famous and appreciated poems of the great Egyptian poet Ahmed Shawqi?

2007-08-02 20:31:28 · 1 answers · asked by Rami C 2

RELENTLESS MIND

your mind is my plaything
your spine, my puppet's string
wire's hooked into your heart
seeing to it that you play your part
you are seeing the world through my eyes
though I am indulged in your mind
you are mine to will
now you will rip, tear and kill
but the only kill is to be the one you love
drowning her in your blood
ending her with evil dispise
thinking you know the dirty secret's to her lies
the lies wich I had you spoon fed
along with the illusion's I planted in you head
pulling the string as if striking a chord in your death
tormenting, controlling you until I decide it's your last breath

2007-08-02 19:44:36 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I love the works of ee cummings!

2007-08-02 19:03:59 · 7 answers · asked by embroidery fan 7