Poetry

Success Is Counted Sweetest
Poem lyrics of Success Is Counted Sweetest by Emily Dickinson.
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated-dying
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!


also in:

Hope” is the thing with feathers—
BY EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird—
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

2007-07-28 06:22:53 · 2 answers · asked by cool_chick372000 1

Woe with those
who take for granted
The funny bone
That each posesses
Do you laugh hard
often and long
Or do you report
anyone having fun
do you drop the dime
call the fuzz
file a report
just so our good time
you get to abort
Who made you do it
Jesse or Stan
Why such outrage
from what you don't understand.
What sets you off
What gets you seething
Is it a question like this
that got me deleted?

Deleted Question: What do I need to breed mosquitoes, and how many does it take to drain all of an average adult's blood?

Heh-heh-heh... Stupid Baby shall rise again Y!Putos.

2007-07-28 06:21:32 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Criminally Vulgar"
Waking in darkness, this is not a dream.
It's criminally vulgar.
A nymphomaniac leaves me staring at something that isn't there.
The illusion of Love,it's criminally vulgar with a serious grin.
Criminally vulgar in the unity of friends,
criminally vulgar in the laughter as they unite against me.
Lust controls desire.
Desire draws them near.
I am Love where there is no Love.
The darkness of the light.
I can not hide, fuss or fight.
It's the end of something that never began.
It's criminally vulgar.

2007-07-28 05:13:48 · 4 answers · asked by catsclaw 6

Mullet Drive-In......................... Jason Entrigardida




I went to Wally World today
To buy some Gold Bond.

I saw a bunch of crazy peoples,
as if they were from an asylum.

Twas a family of four--
Mom, Pa and two teenage boys.

They wore blue jean jackets
With Lynyrd Skynyrd shirts.

They also had Sonic cups in their hands--
The big 64 ounce kind.

But when I bought that Gold Bond,
What I most remember about that family--

Is that they all had mullets.
Even mom.




th'end

2007-07-28 04:58:57 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am
I am nobody when I am in Love
I can scream but she can not hear me
The sound is in my head
I want to go down with a voice
I shall sing off key
In my dream's l can travel far,
where life is darker than the pitch blackness
that covers her soul
I see a demon on my bed sheet,
I can not kill it in my dream's
I am where I don't want to be
l am not me anymore
Yet I am what I am
She is what I am living for

2007-07-28 04:27:33 · 12 answers · asked by catsclaw 6

2007-07-28 02:58:44 · 6 answers · asked by JAppleseed013 2

I'm really bored now and had nothing to do..so I read that sonnet. I think the author was Shelly-something. Anyways, how do YOU understand it? Analyze. Now, don't just copy paste from wikipedia (I already read there but didn't quite get much information) coz I want YOUR analysis.

P.S.

I always give 5 stars for best answers.

2007-07-27 21:12:35 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Sorry my link didn't work (how embarressing *^_^*)

Just type in "AnYtHiNgGoEsLiTeRaTuRe" (without the quotations)

I have been swamped with work but, have off this coming Tue & Wed and will be one answering questions, miss you all, I'll catch up *^_^*

All the Very Best, Shad @)~>~

Internet Hostage

You've changed
your 'nick'
You've changed
your 'addy'
yet they find you
just the same
Add you to
'Yahoo' 'MSN',
a predator
after it's prey
They say they're twelve,
or thirty-two
maybe they say
the same as you
thing is you really
can't be sure
they may be less
they may be more
Keep notes of every
where you've been
'copy' and 'paste'
should be a friend
Don't answer questions
way too private
there's nothing wrong
in trying to hide it
Hey, 'Sup?', 'Kewl',
all that's fine
just some
innocence online
but, 'wanna meet?'
'are you alone?'
to answer these
might not be wise
A/S/L?????
Just lie this time
'Cause you should be
Always/Skeptical on/ Line...

2007-07-27 13:06:33 · 8 answers · asked by ? 3

Where can I find the African American poet Sonia Sanchez? What services can I employ to look her up and contact her?

2007-07-27 10:36:32 · 2 answers · asked by Keninho 2

We recently had a death in the family. I'm working on a memory book for the widow (my sister-in-law). In this book I'm including a CD of the music played at the service as well as some songs that he/they held dear. I'd like to put a poem on the CD cover about music and how it can help us remember those we have lost, and that through the person who is so dearly missed is never really gone because of the memories the music brings back.....
I hope I'm being clear with what I'm trying to do.

I don't even know where to begin so please feel free to be creative...

Thank you very much for your help!

2007-07-27 09:11:46 · 8 answers · asked by American Girl 4

Man I hate it when my school does this. I have two projects to complete. 1. I must write a good paragraph. 2. I have to write a poem analysis of 200 words about any poem. I wish they would have given me a list of poems to choose because when they give me an assignment like this with such a broad array of choices, I go slightly insane. Heck, this assignment has me bordering psychotic. Any suggestions that would be good for a poem analysis? The funny thing is, I'm not a stranger to poetry and I don't know what to write about, I just need some suggestions. Here are the requirements:

Poetic diction: Is the language appropriate to the subject matter? Does the language used add or detract from the meaning of the poem?


Rhyme and meter: Analyze the use of rhyme and meter.


Poetic devices: Locate and discuss any poetic devices contained in the poem.


Figurative language and symbolism: Locate and discuss any figurative language and symbolism.

2007-07-27 08:10:04 · 8 answers · asked by Jstevens 2

It goes like:
Why does the written doe bound through these written woods?
For a drink of written water from a spring
whose surface will xerox her soft muzzle?

I really need to know the meaning of this poem for my test tomorrow. Please explain it to me

2007-07-27 05:07:46 · 6 answers · asked by JR 2

Thank you

When I got you I got the world
When I got you I got it all
Never left me thirsty never cold
Since I got you, never let me fall

Two hearts, two souls became one
Knowing what I want without asking
Two minds, two bodies are one
Knowing what you think before thinking

Lonely man, lonely soul for eternity
A living body, but without a heart
Keep living on your memories for infinity
This is me, if you depart

I just want to tell you
For what you done and what you gonna do “Thank you”

2007-07-27 04:56:29 · 13 answers · asked by desert rose 1

*****

Go! Go! Go!

Wheels on the ground turning round and around,
On boards, on trikes and on red motor bikes,
Take us to places we’d never have found,

Better than sitting or taking a hike,
The sun, the rain and the wind tantalize,
Walking and riding are quite unalike,

Street signs and curves wind, they do hypnotize,
A map can not show where the road does not go,
The trip is unplanned, to a stop realized.

*****

This should just about do it for iambic pentameter…note the rhyme scheme aba bcb cdc.

Can we go back to verse libre week?

2007-07-27 03:51:24 · 3 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

2007-07-27 03:47:00 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-27 03:42:52 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-26 22:23:39 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

She's turning 80 tomorrow, and at the party I have to read out a VERY GOOD poem about grandmothers. Does anyone know a good one on internet, or anything?
I'd be VERY grateful!
Thanks!

2007-07-26 21:56:13 · 6 answers · asked by Loloa 1

i have to write a monologue based on a poem. what types would you on how to start

2007-07-26 20:56:15 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-26 17:07:40 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

I wrote this because one of my teachers kept saying, “Intelligence will make you pure… blah blah” And I disagreed. I have a VERY smart friend, whose been all over the world (his parents have money and take him) and he’s the most rotten child I’ve EVER seen.

He’s seen the world entirely,
Been over the seven sees.
His mind, the map of the world.
Seen everything, missed nothing.

Made all his mistakes,
Made all of his repents.
Took every single lie,
And made up for them quickly.

Done so much to regret,
Yet he’s seen so much.
Intelligence you say is the key,
To living a good life?

I don’t understand…
No matter how much I contemplate.
He’s done everything, learned all…
Yet he deceives constantly.

2007-07-26 15:14:04 · 8 answers · asked by sky? 1

2007-07-26 15:05:38 · 7 answers · asked by David S 3

heres the line "The graceful feeling of your hand, and adorable laugh that I love"

you can switch it around if you would like, but please give me that will make sense and rhyme with it!!! thank you, all help appreciated

2007-07-26 14:09:17 · 10 answers · asked by winengold23 1

So much in love was I, at one time,
that I allowed my passions to become a whore's heart
and, knowing that my true love was bartered at best, found
little of joy, comfort or love love within these towered walls.

2.

So less in love was I, at one time,
that I offered over castle and kingdom, treasures
to some, burdens to others, in order to regain
the true gifts that my soul had so willingly banished,

and asked for nothing of note, not even the tarnished crown,
except the one thing she valued the least of all: my heart.

This heart, damaged but still hopeful, was returned to me
and with it came back the spirit, the muse and the voice.

(A poem by me)

Choose your mates carefully, those of you with a poet's soul.

2007-07-26 14:01:29 · 5 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

SO MUCH IN LOVE, SO LESS IN LOVE

1.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that no cloud dared claim it's birthright to hover above,
no stone ever turned upright to obstruct my journey
and angels old and young blushed from the path I took.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that, though with few coins to line my pockets, my heart had
crowned me rightful prince and the streets of the kingdom
displayed the colors of grand and noble intentions.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that I rendered my very soul to this maiden fair:
who graciously accepted it as a down-payment,
and then withdrew her affections to her chamber
until a time when my pockets would become laden.

So much in love was I, at one time,
that I lay waste to my poetic spirit and cast
aside canvas and pen, embracing the worldly prize
of certainty and outcome, of copper and silver,
until a time when her heart was softened by gold's warmth.

(Cont.)

2007-07-26 13:49:41 · 3 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

---or just thoughts and feelings are great (and helpful) too!---

Left

If, into blindness
hobbling, wandering
you
fall upon a door
that will not open,
orange door
wet door
unyielding to your thrust,

If, upon hearing
nothing
dizzying, rattling silence
you
knock upon a window
wooden window
boarded up
splintering your touch,

Know I once was yours,
opening, yielding
flesh-soft blush
Know then
Lost Soul,
The house divided
is no more
not window
not door
not me
to be yours
or
anyone's.
.

2007-07-26 12:21:44 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

This twentieth century double differential algorythmic ode basicaly takes the form a rant by , in this case, by a disillusioned bass player.

Last days of the Dead (6/8 GCDC) by X.P. Penfold

These stories are true only the facts have been changed
to make it more interesting they're rearranged
and I changed the names

Now Frank's burning babies on homefires of blazing
bibles of music and somewhere in Fordham
Marty plays Cajun with Will and dedication
They'll be there on Sunday
Mourning the death of a band that was reggae, calypso, rubbish

These stories are true only the facts have been changed
to make it more interesting they're rearranged
and I changed the names

Four clicks for the drummer who came in too late
to save a number of screaming girls crushed
in the rush for the bass man
who ran away to live with Rachel
E viva Pamplona

The singer starts the old tapedeck, puts a tape around his neck
as he stands on the chair, for the final replay
a thin man in the shadows, kicks the chair away
and Rob's the hangman
of any little sense that he had.

These stories are true only the facts have been changed
to make it more interesting they're rearranged
and I changed the names, then I changed 'em back again

2007-07-26 09:05:28 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

The Clarihew is a four line poem with the rhyming scheme aa-bb where the first line is the name of the subject of a poem.

Examples:

BF Skinner
Found a way, a sure-fire winner
To condition a rodent, and that
Is like pulling a habit out of a rat

Lt. Col. Oliver North (retired)
Lied to congress and that got him fired.
His PROFS notes, he appeared to lose,
And now he's working for Fox News.

2007-07-26 08:11:55 · 5 answers · asked by Scotty Doesnt Know 7

*****

Prey

The arrows fly by, missed,
My flesh kissed, grazed,
They will persist, hunting me,
I hear grunting, they’re slow;
And I, unwanting to die…run.

*****

2007-07-26 07:48:47 · 8 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I wish to write of laughter
But none's left in my heart
My joy died somewhere long ago
I lost my better part

I want ot write of funny things
To make the reader grin
But no one's smiling any more
No place with which begin

All I have are sad words
And fairly damning thought
All is paid in emptiness
And broken word is bought

2007-07-26 07:03:39 · 2 answers · asked by todd s 3