Poetry

See, I am His whipping boy.

Except for the pain,

uncertainties abound

thereabouts of life;

nothing should interest

unless there is deeper stake.

Found everything a commonplace.

Nothing to look forward to,

but for the past revisiting;

too tired and vexed.

No new steps came to me

that should be belonging to God.

Listened to Him from the above--

an ear pressed against the floor.

Crawling things entered my each pore.

2007-07-05 18:54:25 · 7 answers · asked by seshu 4

I'm trying to think what I have done,
To make you leave me in this empty closet.
Is it because I've made your life so miserable?
Or is because I won't tell you what makes me so lonely?
Like when I've poured my eyes out,
You wouldn't even come near me.
Listen, I need you in my life,
And I would do anything to make you love me.
If I committee suicide,
Will you be at my funeral,
Crying your heart out,
Asking your self,
"Why did I leave her?"
Or would you stay home,
And celebrate my death.
You would probably celebrate my death.
Because you hate me so damn much.
Why do you hate me?
Why did you leave me?
Even through you're a boy,
That doesn't mean
That girls like me have pain inside, too.
I have pain inside.
I have more pain than you.
You ask me
Why I have more pain?
Well, all my life,
I lived with backstabbers.
I tell people something
And they change the story
And tell everyone.
Also, because I'm bisexual,
People don't want to hang around me.

2007-07-05 11:03:27 · 10 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

"You are Old Father William." I think I mistakenly posted the question under Philosophy.

2007-07-05 08:18:20 · 10 answers · asked by Anthony F 6

Please help, Im looking for a poem, one that is not straight forward and perhaps confusing, A type of poem that every different person can interpret differently. One that is not straight forward. E.g. The type of poem someone could read as very negative, and another person; very positive.

please help

2007-07-05 06:45:11 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

what does true love feel like, when did you first experience true love, when was the first time you thought you were in love but you ended up getting hurt and heartbroken???

2007-07-05 04:43:20 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

You try to run away
Like the tides of the waves
You go out and back in
Just to flow away again
But where will the ripples lead you to?
The deeper the water
The deeper the truth
To sink in and let go
Is the only way to know what lies below.

2007-07-05 01:20:36 · 10 answers · asked by NeeNa N 3

I'm writing poetry. I need some beautiful words because I have a writers block. Here are some of the words I have already, that I'm going to work into my poem:

curtsey
ballerina
tomb
call
voice
beach
firefly
dragonfly
fairy
mermaid
musk
moss

Anything coming to you? One word would be great, even more than one, better. Thanks.

2007-07-04 15:58:53 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

I have been trying to read the all three books, but there are full of vocabularies that I do not know, and I have no idea what the heck he is talking about.

I am doing this for my homework, which it asks “Give your overall perception and analysis of the art of love in pagan Roman culture as presented in Ovid’s poem.” And “Compare and contrast what Ovid says about the subject of love catching and making with the “rules” of the game yourself-as a representative of your culture—go by. For example, what of Ovid’s advice do you agree with, or disagree with? Are you bemused or disgusted by anything the poet says or recommends in relation to your own “ways of the hunt?”

I am told to write an essay on this.

Please help!

2007-07-04 05:37:17 · 4 answers · asked by davegesprek 1

Mmm guitar guy

Wanting to receive his look
I glare over the crowded bar
Sitting in a seductive manner
As he chills playing the guitar.

Addictive green eyes with depth
Spiked jet black hair so cool
Words coming from soft juicy lips
Id love to join him on that stool.

Words with mystery and emotion
He sings so manly and deep
I think I’m falling for guitar guy
Helping myself to a little peep.

i wander if he does private songs
Oh the music he plays what a beat
He knows how to work a crowd
No one else I know could compete.

The stool he leaves
He stands up a body so defined
He squeezes past me gives a wink
Dirty thoughts run in my mind.

Wondering should I follow
I can see the good looking gent
Creep up behind connect lips?
Mm I can still smell his scent.

I strut my stuff and give the look
I am going to take the chance
With my long lashes i flutter
Guitar guys almost in trance.

he Moves his hands all over my hips
As he docks out his smoke
Are lips connect as we make out
Yet we haven’t even spoke.

He’s called back by a lady
Once again on the stage
The girls are really obsessed
Their mad for him, tut-tut teenage.

It’s the end the crowds begin to leave
Taking a bow he picks up his guitar
as he gropes my curves he asks
"Want to join me in my car?"

Having lots of fun
In the back their we play
Could he get any greater?
Amazing n intense, that’s all Ill say.

We had one last kiss as he says" ive
Finished" lighting up a smoke
He smugly said i should go
Yes guitar guy left me, heartbroke.

© emma

2007-07-04 00:56:01 · 5 answers · asked by xoxfrozenkissesxox 2

The Image of.....(you fill in the blank...)


Those ocean colored eyes with golden rings.
That chesnut hair with flips like wings.

Long and slender nose, prefered to some liking.
Ears that are small, much unlike a viking.

Cheeks once puffy, but now sucken in.
A cute, but, unnoticible little chin.

A hairline that receeds, but not to far.
Lips that are flawless, not to large.

2007-07-03 14:49:15 · 9 answers · asked by oXteaseXo 1

Don't Be A Stranger

Though the light shines bright
You will not enter
Why do you stand afar off
In the darkness
Is there a pain that hinders
Or is rebellion your only freedom
Does chaos reign in the intricacies
And is order just a weak realm
Will the love you seek
Be found in the dark mist
For you were issued from light
But you resist to return
If eyes do not lie
Then view mine
And find some measure
Of truth, logic and love
A shadowy step
I offer you to climb
So that your brightness
Will be brighter than mine

2007-07-03 13:01:17 · 5 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

Ode To Poe

Dark, decrepit, dreary damned night
Fills my bowels with stones of fright
My eyes shift from the left to the right
While shadows dance in the pale moonlight

No human should walk the earth at this hour
Per chance to meet some unearthly power
I watch, I listen, I dodge, I cower
While heart burns, stomach churns, and mouth tastes sour

The cold wind howls with evil glee
Anticipating my destiny
I know some spectre waits for me
To rend, to end mortality

I watch it standing up ahead
With fingers of bone and eyes of red
Beckoning me to join the dead
I change my path, with feet of lead

I begin to tremble and I can swear
If only in mind, there's something here
And I die in waiting, there's death in fear
Damned night be gone, glorious dawn appear

2007-07-03 12:59:53 · 4 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

i have a new poem. tell me:
if you like it
what you think its about
if it sucks or its good
best answer gets 10 pts tomorrow
possibly a poem or lyrics of yours!!

“Perfect Stranger”

As the years passes I had no idea what I would miss.
There was no warning that it would ever come to this.
Looking back, I would have never guessed you’d be gone.
From then to now changed like dusk to dawn.

I now have pain no medicine can fix.
No where to hide, I know all of your tricks.
Looking back it’s still surprising.
As I am sinking, you are slowly rising.

Adolescence is a silent killer that can slip through your mind.
Thought you had everything, but you were stole completely blind.
Someone so close to you, changed so rapidly, so confused.
Trusted them with all your heart and all you got was bruised.

It is out of my hands now, I give him to you, watch over him tonight.
I want to be there, but all I can do is pray everything will be alright.
How can you love someone so much and they push you away;
Like you are nothing but a mannequin on an utter display?

Often times when I think of you and wish I could be there.
So much has happened, so many memories shared.
Reminiscing through old pictures and knick-knacks always makes me cry.
So hard I have tried to understand, and still I don’t know why.

Someone so close can be so far away in such a quick flash.
Like something with no significance than a dirty piece of trash.
I wonder if I ever come to your mind, how I feel.
No matter the time that may pass, this will never seem real.

2007-07-03 10:46:47 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

I wrote this a couple years ago. What do you think?

She shines a light on my shadow side
And all the darkness hidden there --
The pain, the demons -- disappear,
Leaving only me.
My insecurity,
Which long has wrapped around me like a shroud --
Constricting my spirit and holding down
With mental chains of guilt and fear
My birthright, joy -- is drawn clear.
Not lifted, like a burden eased
By passing stranger's kindly aid
To fall again across my back
When turning time has newly made
My thoughts return to fear and lack;
Rather, it is set ablaze,
To be consumed entirely
In heat of her accepting gaze
That sees, and knows, and still desires me.
And the shadow-host that rends my soul
Is driven back like ghosts before the sun.
And I stand proud, and strong, and whole,
And now I have become the Shining One.

2007-07-03 08:15:35 · 7 answers · asked by Sir N. Neti 4

why r we sent 2 earth?
wat is our actual worth?
who r we n wat we'll be
wat more is left 4 us to see
fire,air all play some role
wat fate is restored in our soul?
wat is the mysterious truth behind our birth
is our life just composed of sorrows n mirth
or we have something special in store
well, we neither know the future nor the yore.....


wat else??

2007-07-03 01:58:18 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-07-02 23:19:42 · 3 answers · asked by maaz warsi 1

2007-07-02 18:25:09 · 3 answers · asked by eikud 1

while you're all alone when I got locked up I felt the rage for the world like a a hurricane Caleb

2007-07-02 17:47:50 · 5 answers · asked by flapper 1

In what situations is the word puppy used as an adjective or adverb? I was told that something important was to be told to me and that the thing being told sometimes had the adj. or adverb of puppy?

2007-07-02 17:07:11 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

isolated in my misery
tormented by a memory
swallowed up in agony
must i now die alone?

nothing's changed
nothing's changed

i can feel this fire * burning
of the anger that's now rising
fleeting hopes and dreams
of healing
that now stagnate within me
dying

nothing's changed
nothing's changed

the darkness now prevailing
hiding me under it's shadow
as the desperation
this devastation
now engulfs my soul

friends and mourners * together come
paying homeage to my grave
yet did they not one thing for me -
but enable me to eternity
and further take me from this place

nothing's changed

intercessors - weeping
were there any?
none at all
pleading that he might
turn back his wrath
that now comsumes my soul

nothing's changed

the nightmare of this torturous existence
nothing's changed
the devastation deep within my soul
nothing's changed

(*wait for last verse)

2007-07-02 10:55:42 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

perfect (3/14)

You're perfect for each other;
both self-obsessed
and self-absorbed;
taking other people's pain
and pretending it's all yours.

2007-07-02 10:43:41 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

" The fallen flower-I see returning to its branch; O ; a butter fly( arikida Moritake, a japanese poet of 15th century. here the emphasis is not on the butter fly; it is on the "fallen flower returning to its branch".

2007-07-02 09:55:33 · 10 answers · asked by geyamala 7

what's the best poem u've come across/ what's ur fave?

2007-07-02 07:14:20 · 19 answers · asked by frantic! 2

i need poems please sent me one???
about things like...
regret, friendship, seperation between friends during the summer, stuff like that please help if u dont have a poem about any of those things please still send me one???


thanks

2007-07-02 06:55:19 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

I made it with repeats so it miiiight work. Feedback?


Shattered

In the nighttime the world is
A black and white photograph
Everything still and lovely

Alone, ducking under weeping willows
Their tears brush my shoulders
You are only a shout away, it seems
Only a shout away

Alone, walking beside a moonlit lake
Pale silver painted waves
You are only a shout away, it seems
Only a shout away

Alone, passing that old bench we sat on
Just a lifetime ago
You are only a shout away, it seems
Only a shout away

I shout
The silence and tranquility
shatters
You are gone and here I am
alone

In the nighttime the world is
a black and white photograph
Everything still and lovely

2007-07-02 06:42:06 · 12 answers · asked by ツSpeckles 2

Why buy another fifty thousand dollar car?
Why blow all your money getting drunk at a bar?

Don't you know there are people dying out in the streets?
People who don't even have simple socks on their feet.

There are people trying to survive on the highway
Other's trying to survive just to live one more day.

Each one of us can help in his or her own way
Whether its making them a lunch or just making their day

But another thing to do is to raise the awareness of the youth today
Let's not let them fall to what they thought was a game

Before you use that syringe you better think twice
Because all drugs can really mess up your whole life

There is no such thing as a "I'll only try it"
You'll be hooked for life, I must admit

You won't be able to achieve your life's dream
With all the drugs flowing through your bloodstream

2007-07-01 16:04:01 · 6 answers · asked by A Lonely Kitty__♥ 3

Looking for a good folk artist...know of any?

2007-07-01 15:40:23 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Squirrel bounding across the lawn,
scampering merrily up the tree.
Joyfully, nibbling at the seed bell I left for the birds,
It was a pleasure to shoot him dead!

2007-07-01 13:05:48 · 23 answers · asked by Sr. Mary Holywater 6

i love mckenzie doolittle

2007-07-01 11:43:02 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

sara at sunrise

Sitting in a chair on the roof all night,
Sun peaking over the horizon, just right.
Sara Brightmans voice pierces the air,
It's totally perfect, I haven't got a care.

Watching the sun come up feels so nice,
Even with no sleep, screwdriver on ice.
The sky is perfect, shades of orange and blue,
Like God is painting a portrait of you..

I wander down and silently go inside,
Smiling as I watch you sleep with pride.
Beautiful lying there on the bed,
Sun is shining orange and red.

This the perfect morning of my life,
No signs of trouble or even strife.
Just a quiet beautiful day ahead,
The sky outside, a perfect shade of red

Just one day from one mans troubled life.

2007-07-01 10:47:50 · 7 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3