Poetry

Sing silently unto the moon,
For the moon is yet to rise.
But worry not, and never do,
For the moon shall see your eyes.


I know its just one stanza, but yeah, the eyes are the window to the soul, and therein lies the metaphor.

2007-07-21 16:21:17 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

How is it that the true wise
Appear as fools
How is it that the true rich
Appear as poor
What trickery of God is this
That the king be born in a manger
Why does the Lord
Sit with the low and humble
Why should the Almighty
Allow himself to be nailed to a tree
Why does he that sits upon the throne
In the heaven of heavens
And control the atoms
And sets the stars
And knows tomorrow
And dwells in eternity
Why does he consider me?
The Wind told me once
Your are a stranger
That sojourns in a strange land
Work, while it is day
For after that
There is a place prepared for you
How is it that of all the powers in the world
Mercy and Love are the greatest

2007-07-21 15:15:35 · 4 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

If you have any short poems about being in love that, particularly don't have to rhyme....they can be from you or just any that you know. If they are from you, let me know! Thanks for all the help!

2007-07-21 12:04:11 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I see people put their poetry up and there is no way knowing that the writer's work could not be used. I have been wanting some criticisms for my work. Where if not here, would be a place for me to let people review my poetry without it being in danger of copyright?

2007-07-21 11:53:40 · 5 answers · asked by Viola G. 6

She doesn't give a damn
Where I come from or who I am
She doesn't want to know that I'm alive
I'm just a stranger she has to live with
Part of someone else's plan
She never says a word
Unless she has to.

I look at her
She looks away
She's trying hard
To drive me away.
I'm not leaving.

No one says she has to be nice
So she's gonna keep playin' it cold as ice
No one says she has to be nice
So she's gonna keep playin' it cold as ice

If I could do magic for a night
I'd take what's wrong and make it right
I'd do anything I could to make it better
I'd go out of my way to please her
Try to show her that I care
It's like lookin' in a mirror
And finding there's nothing there.

I look at her
She looks away
She's trying hard
To drive me away
I'm not leaving.

No one says she has to be nice
So she's gonna keep playin' it cold as ice
No one says she has to be nice
So she's gonna keep playin' it cold as ice.

2007-07-21 10:02:12 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

The bomb is about to blow,
I fear this will be her last day,
After tonight she will have nothing left to say,
The bomb has blown,
It announced it in a firery tone,
The mill lit up in a blaze,
The crowd was sadly watching, their mind in a daze,
Screaming Sirens,
Children crying,
The firefighters bring out bodys all smoky and black,
Nothing is intact,
When everyone is out,
Some one yells without a dupht,
"Someone is in there."
It echos out like the roar of a bear,
The firefighters go back into the mill,
They hear a faint scream that's very shrill,
They see her, coughing,
She was only out shopping,
The firefighters bring out the motionless body all black,
This was the cruelest of all hacks,
They lay her down on the cold bare ground,
They listen to her heart but hear no sound,
Her eyes open as faint as ever,
She tells everyone to forget her, never,
She flashes a faint smile as her eyes start to close,
Nobody knows it but her spirit has arose.

2007-07-21 08:02:09 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

No, I'll never be famous.
My less than voluminous
correspondence says: Thanks
for the socks. Congratulations
on your whatever. Please find
my cheque enclosed. Hardly
worth tucking away in an
attic or bottom desk drawer.

The famous seem to anticipate
the condition. Exercising their
gift of prescience, they conduct
a precocious correspondence
from an early age with natural
magpies. It smacks of some
arcane conspiracy; a gratuitous
stakeholding for the biography
industry. A symbiotic ‘noblesse
oblige' we ordinary mortals
will never understand.

2007-07-21 06:44:14 · 7 answers · asked by northlookeagle 2

I could

I could like you
Because you’re sweet to me
I could hate you
Because you change when other people are around

I could like you
Because you care about me
I could hate you
Because you sometimes ignore me

I could like you
Because of the way you look at me
I could hate you
Because of the days I’ve cried over you

I could like you
Because of the way you talk to me
I could hate you
Because of the time you have hurt me

I could like you
Because you treat me like a queen
I could hate you
Because when you leave I feel like a part of my heart has been ripped out

I could like you
But I don’t
I could hate you
But I don’t
Because I LOVE YOU

2007-07-21 03:26:57 · 4 answers · asked by Bela_♥ 2

here:
You love me, you love me.
Within articulate words,
And within descriptive letters,
You express your deep feelings.
Giving me vibrant mental pictures,
You made me feel special,
You made me feel safe.

Said that you’d leave…
But only if that was my desire.
That within a jerk of a blade,
You’d take your own life,
But only if I wanted.
You said that no matter what,
No matter my foolish acts,
You’d always love me…

But here I stand,
With a guilt-filled stomach…
And you look down upon me.
Calling me excruciating names,
Threatening me like you hate me.
But I thought you loved me.
It was just one mistake…
Is this how you treat the woman you love?

2007-07-21 01:49:23 · 9 answers · asked by . 1

does anyone know how to make money from writing poetry, i have quite a lot of poetry written and wondering what to do with it. Lyrics for songs too.

2007-07-21 00:48:28 · 18 answers · asked by sg69 2

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee--and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

rush pls.. thanks!

2007-07-21 00:00:35 · 7 answers · asked by nightshift 2

Linger


Delay my leave
To obsolete
For it is not
My strength that lingers

I want tomorrow
Only if it is mine
But even the walls know
Dreams are for dreamers

I speak and I will
Not fail my word
Diversion is small
In a world so vast

Astound me
In plain sights
I see the value
The worth to linger

Oh but to use the word
In your favor
Is a deed not of respect
I’ll say desire

As I stay
In hopes of the same
If I walk ahead
Take thee step with me

Let us not linger
While the sun is still
A scorch distracts
But we stay to shade

2007-07-20 19:41:35 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING
THAN BE A LIVING THING
THAT CAN BE HURT OR HURTFUL

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING
THAN BE A LIVING THING
THAT IS GUARANTEED TO DIE
AND SEE MY LOVED ONES DIE

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING
THAN BE A LIVING THING IN PAIN
AND FEEL THE PAIN OF THE ONES
I CARE ABOUT AS WELL

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING
THAN HAVE A HEART FILLED WITH SORROW
AND WISH THERE WAS NO TOMORROW

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING
THAN SUFFER FROM THE ANGUISH IN MY MIND
EVEN THOUGH I AM STILL KIND

I'D RATHER BE A NOTHING
AND ALLOW MYSELF TO DIE
SO I NO LONGER HAVE TO CRY

C) 2006

2007-07-20 19:09:56 · 11 answers · asked by birdtennis 4

I've heard from a few popular songs the phrse. "A face of a map of the world." What exactly does it mean?

2007-07-20 18:45:50 · 3 answers · asked by night_guardian_owl 2

I love the simplicity of his poems-- the way he writes about everyday observations that he makes. I can't get into poems that sound formal. I enjoy too the way he writes in plain everyday English.

Any other Robert Frost lovers out there? What do you like about his poetry?

2007-07-20 17:52:15 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

If not you…
If not you…
If not you…life’s tough
If not with you,
My love…
I can’t even die
I get no sleep
If not you
If not you…life’s restiess
Pining…
Over whelms me…
Every moment, I swear
Last night…
In my dreams…
I have seen your, my love
Laughter…
Sounds like a wail
If it isn’t you finding…
Is like losing…
If I can’t find you
In memories, I was lost…
All night I could not go to sleep?
Loneliness… gnaws…
I have no one but barren
If not with you appear to be barren,
If not with you
This moment seems frozen,
If not with you


comment are welcome. thanks for reading.

2007-07-20 12:21:18 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

As the room turns dark
Stars losing its spark
Dreams begin to decade
Slowly they too begin to fade
Surroundings not withstanding
They too are fading
People are quickly forgotten
From a bright world they have come
Into a void they have gone
Hatreds are brewed
Discontent is abound
All the care in the world
Has gone aground
Confusion is abundant
But answers are redundant
Here he stood
Looking from the outside
At the inside
What has gone wrong
In this terrible room
Knowing Joy and laughter
Peace and tranquility
How can this be a possibility
Yet seeing this monstrosity
He wondered
How can this room have existed
In his perfect city


My second practice poem. Depends on how you look at it: someone losing so much they don’t see themselves anymore.

2007-07-20 11:04:15 · 5 answers · asked by ruijei613 2

It seems an eternity
Since the sun arise
With waves crashing infinity
Besides the rocky shore
A man sits alone
on the edge
Pondering the ponder
that has plague him in wonder
He held in his hands
a tarnish flower
From a past not long ago
Used to be something complete
But now it lies
a broken heap
How can a flower be of such beauty
so full of light and purity
become such a darkness
encompassing the man’s heart
turning him away from his fairness
into one of sadness
Nothing last forever
In this broken world
No one is spare
of this agonizing truth
This is what the man discover
As he ponder
at the edge of despair.

My practice poem.

2007-07-20 08:17:06 · 7 answers · asked by ruijei613 2

I've been researching a lot on the correct interpretation of this poem, but the sources regarding her poems are very scanty...
Thank you

Querida* (1940)

The door is closed, the curtains drawn within
One room, a brilliant question mark of light...
Outside her gate an empty limousine
Waits in the brimming emptiness of night.

2007-07-20 07:24:22 · 7 answers · asked by catpiss 1

I met you years ago, yet it seems like yesterday.
You gave me pain, unbearable
And heartache, unimaginable
Yet here I stay.

The years have gone by fast, yet slowly I still wait.
For a glint of hope,
or a murmur of truth.
I lay here, unable to leave.

You’re love has captured me, like a butterfly in a net.
Seemed a good idea in the beginning, slowly I forget.
I wait here forever, yours for the taking, never leaving, forever waiting.

2007-07-20 04:14:33 · 19 answers · asked by Candy 2

I want to write more but often find myself putting it off or giving myself some excuse to not write. I'm not sure if it is fear of failure, lazyness or procrastination. How do you motivate yourself to write and how do you stay disciplined and focused?

2007-07-19 21:16:17 · 12 answers · asked by gimpyshake 3

I wach the world around me crumble
to scared to look behind me
afraid of my mistakes
so many of them behind me
Haunting my steps
i hear them echoing behind me
the echos of my nightmares

2007-07-19 18:52:22 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

Are you looking for approval, or constructive criticism?

I know that when I post some of my pieces of the past, I am looking for the honest opinions and criticisms of those of today.
I do this knowing this.
I hope that most new poets of today, know that not every piece they write will touch everyone who is out there. I know this. Do you?

2007-07-19 17:32:00 · 9 answers · asked by Sam 4

If I have a poem that takes more space than what Y/A offers...
How can I post my poem for you to read in its full context without revealing my personal information?

Thank you.

2007-07-19 16:12:21 · 5 answers · asked by Sam 4

Love and Respect

We preach for Peace and Freedom
Unity throughout the land.
When a people do not go our way
We immediately load our guns.

We take a stand
We make demands
You must obey our rules.

Love and Respect works better,
Than threats and commands.

The Government makes the policies
They tell us what to do.
They may run the country
But it is the people who rule.

We take a stand
We make demands
You must obey our rules.

Love and Respect works better,
Than threats and commands.

For us to live in harmony
Just remove the iron bans.
For we have the power
All the people of this land.

Love and Respect works better
Than threats or commands.

2007-07-19 15:48:46 · 13 answers · asked by Sam 4

Like, here's my poem. You like, totally have to like... read it! like OMG!

Like, here:

Scarring covers my face,
bruises cover my arms.
I lost the race,
I ignored the alarms.

My wrists broken,
My head so twisted.
Been given a death token.
Wish I never existed.

Going down so quickly,
no time ever wasted.
I've only become sickly,
Been pasted on a knife.

So as I pass away,
just remember one thing.
Through the night and day,
just know skin cancer was my ping.


OK, like omg! There it is!!!!!! I'm like so scared, because i like, really don't like it... but what do you think?? THANK YOU!!!




p.s. I don't normally talk like that, but I had to talk like this for the whole day. I lost a bet =(

2007-07-19 13:57:43 · 9 answers · asked by . 1

2007-07-19 13:33:04 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

...this poem:

There once was a boy named E.
Texas-born and -raised was he. (are those hyphens right?)
Poetry wasn't his forte,
Despite his being gay,
As you can plainly see.
(Limerick??)

2007-07-19 13:22:33 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

I have written materials for uplifting all people. So why are they getting the axe?

2007-07-19 10:09:25 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

down

I'm lost and confused,
A mouse in a maze,
My cheese is replaced,
With hot molten lead.
Down deep in my soul,
Lost in the sorrow of me,
I escape by mere inches,
But it's too late for me.
I try and I try to sublimate
My love and desire,
My need to find a mate.
Deep down with despair.
Hold my life hostage,
To the pain and the hate,
I throw caution to the wind,
Why bother, too late.
Depression brings fear,
Please silence the quiet,
That rings in my ears.
I'm tired and bored,
Standing still on the run,
Sleep takes me over,
Can't stand the roar.

2007-07-19 08:34:40 · 11 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3