Poetry

2007-07-23 21:06:37 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Splendidly,Shakespeare's heroes,
Shakespeares heroines,once the spotlight's on,
enact every night,with such grace,there verbose deaths
Then great plush curtains,then smilind ressurection
to applause - and never there good looks gone.

The last recorded words too
of real kings,real queens,all the famous dead
are but pithy pretences,quotable fictions
composed by anonymous men decades later,
never with ready notebooks at the bed.

Most do not know who they are
when they die or where they are,country or tow,
nor wich hand on there brow.Some clapped-out actor may
imagine distant clapping,bow,but no real queen
will sigh,'Give me my robe,put on my crown

Death scenes not life-enhancin,
death scenes not beautiful nor with reading;
yet bravo Sydney CArton,bravo Duc De Chavost
who,euphoric by the guillotine,turned down
the corner of the page he was readin.

And how would i wish to go?
Not as in opera - that would offend -
nor liek a blue-eyed cowboy shot and short of words
but finger-tapping still our private morse,'...love you,'
before the last flowers and flies descend.

2007-07-23 20:54:52 · 2 answers · asked by liam_jones_10_10 2

sometimes i'll write poetry but it always comes out mellow and tranquil even when i try to write darker (or lighter.) it feels childish to write hippy-happy but i want to try different things.its not the power of my poem- i can convey a message but not with hatefull poetry or happy poetry.even poetry on a storm or thunder any ekcercises and tips to help.does shortening the verse or somthing like that change the flow in order to affect the mood or something?

2007-07-23 18:06:50 · 4 answers · asked by super69dd 2

I sit in a silent park
i watch as the dark grey clouds as they
promenaded in the sky that soars above me.
i sit in question of myself.
This nature of the day has set disheartened mood,
and yet it, even as a form of nature
has been able to take control over
my each thought and admonition.

The sky continues hovering over the
life in which i have simply been exposed to.

I have been left alone this time for i sit
and envision what was, what could be,
and what is mine.

Down the rain falls
draining through my mind,
it slowly seeps through my soul.
its endeavoring attempt to drown
my life, my love and whatever is left
of me. It is over powering my every conception
and feeling that comes to mind.

I am frozen in this state and failing
my obligation to find the place in which
where i would like to be.
I hold on to my will to move on
as it longs to be gone.

And the minutes pass by
an hour at a time
as i watch the dark grey skies
pass on by.

2007-07-23 17:21:21 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-23 14:31:10 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

Mourning

A child lost
Dead?
Gone.

And she wept.
Her raincoat was green the first years,
turned to a kind of army khaki after four
or so.

She rocked in a chair "he" had bought her
It was a mother's day gift
She never left again.

The food her husband
the other children
fed her
dripped in mosaics about the muddy cloth.

He is gone.

But mother, there are five here.

He is gone.

They bathed her feet.
Dad changed the pans.

But mother.

Five, left motherless,
because one was taken.

The rocker knew them both,
him, the firstborn and her,
as she rocked him back to life,
her life.

The home knew no one
as life rocked them from their source.

He had lain on the freeway,
thrown from the back of a pick-up,
and he would still have been there,
had she not taken him in her arms,
and rocked him for life's eternity,
but
how to understand that.

He had long been gone,
when they put her to rest,
and they say
the others, too.

Left to gone.

2007-07-23 14:18:06 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

I wrote this poem for the girl I love, but now she doesn't love me, but I will always love her.

Hidden Feelings:

I hunger for your presence.

Lonliness and time is of the essence.
Overcoming the days and nights.
Vunerable to do everything right.
Even though it causes me much pain.

You're the only one I have to gain.
Only if you can find the hidden feeling from within.
Until that day, I be waiting for you then.

2007-07-23 11:54:10 · 10 answers · asked by AsianNerd 2

Protect Me, I'm Fragile

Kiss me,
And tell me it will be okay.
Stop the blood,
And wipe away the tears.
Come into my life,
And never leave.
Promise me
To be here forever.
Be there
Every time I call your name.
Tell me you love me
And mean it.
Look past my faults
And see the good in me.
Hold my hand,
And walk with me.
Light my path,
And point me in the right direction.
Lay with me
And remain until I fall asleep.
Protect me,
And keep all of the bad away.
Observe me,
And make sure I don't stray too far.
Stay behind,
And catch me when I fall.
Break down with me
When I descend into your hands.
I don't want to
Feel so alone inside this world.
Can you find
The reason I feel so depressed?
Make it go away
And put my pain to rest.

2007-07-23 10:21:59 · 11 answers · asked by The "Shady" Boyfriend 1

Aren't You Missing Something?:

My hands slide down your back
In an expecting manner.
Confusion falls upon me and I ask:
"Aren't angels supposed to have wings?"

2007-07-23 10:12:26 · 5 answers · asked by The "Shady" Boyfriend 1

It's not emo or dark really in any sort of way. It's expressing my fear of being forgotten when I leave the world.


Immortalize Me, My Essence:

Make sure the words on my epitapth are beautiful.
I want to be remembered by them.
I want those words, that line,
To immortalize me,
My essence.
Time won't forget me,
But everyone else will.
Promise to remember me,
To never move on.
I am not afraid of death,
Just to be forgotten.
Lick my lips,
And tell me they're sweet.
Tell me that taste
Will reside in your mouth forever.
Make me more than a memory.
Make me a part of you,
And make sure death will recognize my name.

2007-07-23 10:10:36 · 4 answers · asked by The "Shady" Boyfriend 1

asked by bogz x

2007-07-23 10:02:38 · 11 answers · asked by jeano x 6

Sweet sister, in a minute's span
Death parts thee, love of thee;
Sweet love, that yet lives,
Come back, true love, to comfort me.
Back, ah, come back! ah wellaway!
But my love comes not, even for a day.


As roses, when the warm West blows,
Break to full flower and sweeten spring,
My soul would break to a glorious rose
At a mear hit of your whispering.
In vain I listen; wellaway!
My love says nothing any day.


You that will weep for pity or love
On the low place where I lay,
I pray you, having wept enough,
Tell yourself for whom I bore such pain
That thou art yet, ah! wellaway!
My true love to my dying day.

2007-07-23 09:06:54 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-23 06:49:43 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

i'm like a major poetry freak i love to write it and read other people's work......my mom recently showed me a notebook she had when she was younger that had a lot of poetry in it i thought the idea was pretty cool so i'm looking for poems and the authors of some good poetry

2007-07-23 06:32:29 · 4 answers · asked by kiss_15 1

The tortoiseshell cat, she sits on the mat,
As gay as a sunflower she,
In orange and pink, you see her blink,
And her eyes are as green as the sea.

But all is vanity, all the way,
Because every cat in the twilight's grey.

Even a tortoiseshell cat!

2007-07-23 04:28:18 · 9 answers · asked by Cilly Buggah 4

Cinnamon posed a challenge for *real poets*, vs the faux and ersatz ones... can you help with the definition of a *real poet*, please...

now she asked me to write something sweet for her

Stevia, clover honey
saccharin, sweetest for the money
cyclamates, taste bud mates
sugar, old, but still wins
Aspartame-Nutrasweet twins,
Sucralose, new kid on the block
Splenda has the market lock
sucrose and fructose
Galactose
glucose
lactose from milk
and all of similar ilk,
most never dreamt of by the bees...
maple syrup from trees
but what is really sweet ?

2007-07-23 03:08:38 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-23 01:43:26 · 6 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

Several years have passed by,
But i still think of you.
Our confabs made me shy,
For my emotions were true.
Oh!I still think of you !

That every moment which we spent together,
Are etched in my heart's core.
For you were not just a fair weather friend,
Ergo,our parting for me was a great point of sore.
Oh!I still think of you !

That evey second we squabbled,
Left me with a crying heart.
You were that every reason that gave me a wobble,
When we had to depart.

You made me gay,
Each time you were near.
I feel your presence every day,
Even if you are not here !

2007-07-22 22:59:37 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

(i think it's kind of emo, but i hope ud share ur opinion on it)
thx!


final destination

amidst the uncomfortable chapter of her existence
curled up in one corner,
hearing eerie whispers of utmost silence
her fragile heart clasped within tight fists
ready to shatter any time from now.
still awake in the wee hours of dawn.
waiting patiently....
for nothing...
she shivers upon hearing his name
not of fear,
but by the coldness it brings.....
1.. 2.. 3..
she sat....
..4.. 5.. 6..
..thought..
..7.. 8..
..and prayed..
.. 9.....
BANG!

2007-07-22 20:40:53 · 11 answers · asked by psychedelic fur 2

I am a photographer by trade, and I enjoy writing as a recreation. I have not done much poetry, and I thought I would come here for feedback on something I have written. This poem is based partly on a photo I took and on an ex-gf who I am still friends with.
constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

Your eyes define
your grit, your tenacity.
Your eyes define your emotions
even when you try to hide them
your eyes define
the beat in your heart
and the music in your soul
Your eyes define
your beauty, inside and out
your eyes are the definition of you
to me.


The photo I used for part of the inspiration can be found at this web address

http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w231/mcphilosopher/?action=view¤t=youreyes.jpg

thanks,

2007-07-22 19:08:49 · 8 answers · asked by Kevin P 2

Also
1.Who is The Speaker in The Poem?
2.What Topic Is The Poem Addressing?
Please Need Help

2007-07-22 14:24:54 · 6 answers · asked by Julio A 2

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/kipling_ind.html

... does anybody else read a lot else into this poem than what's on the surface and does anybody else love Kipling even if he is put down as an "Imperialist"?
Don't poems like "Tommy","Danny Deever" and even "Gunga Din" show a true humanity and well written too?
And of course "If" will always be worth reading to children (won't it?!).

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/kipling_ind.html

Best wishes,
Joan.

2007-07-22 09:21:25 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

World Turned Upside Down

In sixteen forty nine, to St George's Hill
a ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the peoples' will
they defied the Landlords, they defied the laws
they were the dispossessed, reclaiming what was theirs

...........

You poor take courage, you rich take care
this earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share
all things in common, all people one
we come in peace, the orders came to cut them down


What is this poetry talking about, what is the mood and theme is this poetry?



THx

2007-07-22 08:33:45 · 1 answers · asked by Try L 1

The full text and criticism available at http://www.pathguy.com/lbdsm.htm

2007-07-22 08:02:43 · 2 answers · asked by Ammu 1

what is the major theme in the sonnet?

2007-07-22 05:04:07 · 3 answers · asked by shaggy 1

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


Christina Rossetti

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2007-07-22 04:52:08 · 8 answers · asked by black fox 3

"the Voice of the Rain" is the poem written by Walt Whitman n as a part of my English project work i would like 2 know the summary of this poem......plz suggest a site from where i can get it!!!!!!

2007-07-22 03:50:17 · 2 answers · asked by lalitha b 1

I saw a spoken word poetry competition today for the first time and was wondering why the audience snaps their fingers sometimes instead of clapping?

2007-07-21 18:44:31 · 11 answers · asked by booradley 3

What is a Lie?
A sentence that has no meaning
A blanket covering reality
A fear of Confrontation
A fear of Controversy

What hurts More?
The discovery of a lie
Honest truth
A lack of trust
The assumption of reaction

2007-07-21 18:34:30 · 9 answers · asked by Sam 4

I often find it hard to understand poems when I'm reading them. It's as if the poet is just blabbering on without any real meaning.

Do you have any advice or tips on how I can fully understand poetry? I'm currently reading some W.B. Yeats and a lot of his work is hard to properly comprehend.

Thanks in advance.

2007-07-21 16:48:36 · 7 answers · asked by Lanky Larry lol 1