Poetry

this was written by a 13 year old.

im out of feelings,no emotion
nothing but anger
my brother who i love so much moved
when he left not a tear was shed
my aunt had a stroke
we went to visit her in the hospital
hundreds of tears fell
none of which were mine
i feel bad because i have no emotions left
except anger

2007-07-24 19:23:45 · 14 answers · asked by u_know_who 1

Veins that pump with fear

2007-07-24 18:27:55 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

a flick of light ignited a wick and illuminates her whole life. she fixed her stare and gazed blankly with thoughts that seemed so far away...

she brought her hands near the flame, felt its warmth.. played around with the melted candle wax which burnt her fingertips, a pinch of pain that ended soon enough before she could even remember the feeling that it brought her.

her sight starts to blur, as her light slowly hypnotizes her...

.....

crackling sounds that weren't supposed to be there filled her ears. a glint of bright orange forced her weary eyes to widen up. tongues of fire were licking the wooden furniture, crawling up the curtains. the flick of light that once illuminated her, starts to take her over. warm... hot... burning. the exit appears to be as clear as it can be. despite the scene that plays before her very eyes, no further action was made. she stayed fixed on her spot. never even dared to move a muscle. not even a strike of fear could be seen in her innocent eyes. she burnt herself to death. a twitch of a muscle left on her face that may have resembled a smile..

she was trapped within, or yet, she trapped herself. swallowed within the flames that once granted her the passion that's all she had ever asked for. gulped down by his fire... to her, his warmth... her so-called fireplace... his inferno...

2007-07-24 18:18:16 · 7 answers · asked by psychedelic fur 2

remember the time that one man wrote the song
about the
dying elderly
and ? . the
department of
forestry withholding
payment I do

2007-07-24 16:41:39 · 5 answers · asked by Kiril 2

Some people are very annoying, like me
That's why we always try to look on the bright side of things.
For example, it's very warm in here.

2007-07-24 16:37:29 · 7 answers · asked by Kiril 2

I write a lot of poetry and I would love to have someones opinion on what I write. In this case I just need someones opinion on these three lines. It's like no matter what I do, I can't stop editing it.


I can remember when these soken cheeks, had more than a whisper and a memory to keep
'Cause I've found that it's easier to be broken, when everything else is so whole
And it's just so much easier to go on, than to be stuck in some old broken home

2007-07-24 13:35:50 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.

2007-07-24 13:28:58 · 22 answers · asked by Anonymous

Addiction to foundation and lip gloss

Self abuse through high heels and stomach strinking diets

Bitchy jokes whispered through conditioned hair.

I will give it all to my daughter

My sisters will never see a day when we can all live together as an equal sex today

If the world could start again I would make it so men could not write us down as the reason for evil and pain

2007-07-24 12:44:06 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am trying to write a sonnet, but I am having a hard time writing iambs. I can not figure out if one syllable words like 'I' and 'when' are stressed or unstressed. Can you help me out? or at least give me an internet resource for determining this?

2007-07-24 11:38:37 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

jubilation
the dance and wine
their screams and shouts
once so divine
rude and reckless
they turn the wheels
of fate and future
thought their views concealed
hesitation hinders
and takes it tolls
swaying and falling with no control
the avalanche of no future
fading into aimlessness
the foundation of whole mankind
going to be points of no return

2007-07-24 11:25:18 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Read this poem a long time ago, all I remember are:
It's about two lovers, one in heaven and the other on earth.
Each stanza reflects on each one. One pining for the other. Where the female is waiting at the gates of heaven. And the man on earth is waiting. Does any one know the exact name of the poem?

Thanks in advance.

2007-07-24 08:50:43 · 2 answers · asked by Jenny f 1

2007-07-24 08:45:27 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-24 08:15:46 · 3 answers · asked by happy feet 1

Emily Dickinson
712

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—

2007-07-24 07:52:50 · 5 answers · asked by Super24 1

I need this poem

2007-07-24 07:18:32 · 1 answers · asked by abhinav 1

And rounding the corner,
we keep both eyes open for
impending calamities
approaching victories
but we trip.

Once again,
the dust of our human hands
human minds, human cells,
discarded, dead,
gets in our eyes.

What can we do but nurse
our skinned knees
slowly taste the blood,
and form a picture from blurry fragments?
This is how love is true.

And while we’re here,
knees bent to our lips
head rocking slowly,
humming some worn-out
lullaby that tastes like
sugar cookies and mothballs
on our tongue,
while we’re here,
maybe we look up
and there above us is something
that sends us staggering for the next fall.

This is how faith is true.

And for maybe the time it takes
the sharp inhalation of this
to hit our lungs,
we are human and more than human.

And because primal and primitive are not the same thing,
we are born in this moment as advanced, eternal infants.

2007-07-24 07:10:55 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

If you think trouble is a cat in a tree
And the worst pain of all is the sting of a bee
If you think a problem is a broken nail
If an ordeal is a letter lost in the mail
If tradgedy is you missed the bus
If an unruly rooms causes out-of-hand fuss
If a rip-off is buying overpriced shoes
Then this is going to be way more than news.

Getting sick can be more than a cough
A switch can mean more than to turn on or off
Starving may not be quite what you think
A cold glass of water may not be a drink
Sometimes our messes get a bit out of hand
And grow into issues beyond our command
What a child calls a crush may rise above
And change from, "I like you" to a thing called, "love"
Not everything is what it may seem
Be prepared for surprises when you wake from your dream

thanks
♥audreyanna

p.s.
i'm 11, so u know .

2007-07-24 06:10:56 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

Any ideas on effective images or metaphors that help others understand physical pain? Not in a sadistic way, more about explaining physicial pain from illness.

2007-07-24 05:29:44 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I love u from my heart
I love u from my soul

When u r
From me so far
I look 2 the sky
And say there is my love
He chines ,he is a star
But from me so far

Wen i see him
My heart feers
when i touche him
My heart cries
Is it hapiness
Or is it feer
Of he not knowing
That he is always here
Here in my heart
Chining like a star

If he is so real
Then i m waiting here
Waiting for my star
To shine in my heart

I love u from my heart
I love u from my soul




"" plz write what u think ""

2007-07-24 04:49:12 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Scream
Drunk on society, drunk on systems, the sordid numbing gin of ‘84 courses trough the veins of all. The masses move, breathe, wither together, a grey ocean of black holes with faces. Words of no significance fall from every mouth to the ground- nothing is absorbed, no one is listening, but they speak just the same. A million soliloquies droning on like the great whirring of a terrible machine.
We live on this vague stage set where California sunsets smell suspiciously of oil paints, and time is measured in curtain calls and falls. Here we stand like shaking Hamlets, staring through the hole in the black drapery of our shallow minds and fragile sanity, staring into the depth of the ghostly shadow thoughts we can barely comprehend.
We live behind these glass walls of store fronts, clear cells, freedom is as green as Liberty’s smile, which is as ambiguous as Mona Lisa’s eyes, which are as brown as the dried blood of slaughtered years on the thinning c

2007-07-24 04:23:53 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Well, I'm a bit late on Cinnamon's challenge from yesterday (stupid work lol). I attempted a Ruba'i. This is my first and after reading some of Fr Al's work and thinking about an 8th Century Hymn I remember "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent" I wrote this. I was guessing my way through this form and would appreciate any feedback (if religious themes bother you stop here, it is not my desire to upset anyone).

On That Day

I know for certain I will die
To slide, to slip into the sky.
The clay around me starts to wear,
So little time to say goodbye.

To leave behind this mortal care,
Caught up to meet You in the air,
Changed in seconds without delay,
No longer shielded from Your stare.

All will be silent on that day,
As every tear You wipe away.
The pressures of this life will cease,
Darkness no longer on display.

I will not pray for this release;
Life’s joys though fleeting do increase.
Choosing to live within Your plan,
Knowing one day there will be peace.

2007-07-24 04:12:48 · 12 answers · asked by Todd 7

I need to know how to make a poem. Any kind of poem. I have to make one up for my pappy and i don't know how. Please help!!!!

2007-07-24 03:48:59 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

If you think trouble is a cat in a tree
And the worst pain of all is the sting of a bee
If you think a problem is a broken nail
If an ordeal is a letter lost in the mail
If tradgedy is you missed the bus
If an unruly rooms causes out-of-hand fuss
If a rip-off is buying overpriced shoes
Then this is going to be way more than news.

Getting sick can be more than a cough
A switch can mean more than to turn on or off
Starving may not be quite what you think
A cold glass of water may not be a drink
Sometimes our messes get a bit out of hand
And grow into issues beyond our command
What a child calls a crush may rise above
And change from, "I like you" to a thing called, "love"
Not everything is what it may seem
Be prepared for surprises when you wake from your dream


*I wrote this for my mom's close friend- she has non-hopkins lymphoma*

2007-07-24 03:45:07 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

Hiya. I wanted to write a poem, upon seeing so many others posting theirs. So I just turned this one out a couple seconds ago... tell me what you think. If you're familiar with the story of Clarissa Harlowe, than you might make some connection with it to this poem.

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Somehow I found
I needed a sign.
What was to be mine-
would've had me bound.

"Should I do this?
-winning dad's approval,
may cause the removal
of that youthful bliss."

The estates slept ahead
unaware of its weight
in my decision of fate
or the battles of mind I led.

"Should I commit?
-oh, how perverse!
Didn't I learn just the reverse?
Land over love! How can I think 't?

Yet, it was pushed into my face.
"Child!," was the scold.
"Wisdom doulbes when you're this old.'
I longed for an agreeing embrace.

"Should I run away?
This mind can't rule--
It can't conquer, nor fool,
mine heart that swelled this day."

That was the oath I put forth,
to shield further damage--
but that Lovelace savage
would give much to remorse.

2007-07-24 02:49:31 · 10 answers · asked by Mary 6

Fade To Black

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

2007-07-24 02:12:24 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

He looks upon the world uncertain
Drawn behind his bedroom curtain
He plans to venture out today
If those demons stay away

He gets visions in his head
He gets them while he lies in bed
He mumbles out his daily plea
Someone out there, please help me

In his mind he’s all-alone
He's been that way, since he has grown
No one really seams to care
Or that feeling, none will share

They say he don’t think the same
It gets him down, it gives him shame
It's not becasue he is lazy
Loneliness, does drive him crazy

I think the moral of this rhyme
Is he needs help, and he needs time
Just tell him that he has a friend
No matter what, and to the end

2007-07-24 00:38:41 · 10 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1

i read an old interview. i was blown away about how insightful this poet was. this is not spam. its just an interesting story.
http://www.frostfriends.org/cookpage.html

2007-07-23 23:29:42 · 5 answers · asked by just hanging around 5

2007-07-23 23:17:56 · 9 answers · asked by Silkie1 4

PAINTING, n. The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic.

Formerly, painting and sculpture were combined in the same work: the ancients painted their statues. The only present alliance between the two arts is that the modern painter chisels his patrons.

2007-07-23 21:33:52 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

POLITICIAN, n. An eel in the fundamental mud upon which the superstructure of organized society is reared. When he wriggles he mistakes the agitation of his tail for the trembling of the edifice. As compared with the statesman, he suffers the disadvantage of being alive.

2007-07-23 21:25:23 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous