Poetry

2007-06-23 01:01:54 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

my heart has an ampty space ...and a dark place where love abanded it ..and hatred landed on it....i have kept pressing it to stop ...i need to breathe i can no longer feel...nor hear....just like a ghost ...or a corpse but who cares i am not real!!! without you i'm not and will never be....give me power..give me strengh... i need you ....i'm craving to meet you , is it too much to ask you..to be with me..to guide me..and most of all to have me as the child you never had, money i don't care , only your kindness i do ..give me a chance let me know you ..let me hold your arms i'm your son i mean no harm...if you could read the words coming from my heart you would know you kept it alive...with your shining light!!

i never wrote poetry in a looooong time so ya be easy on me lol ^_^ thank you hope you enjoy it

2007-06-23 00:32:26 · 11 answers · asked by RoChEr 5

everytime i see you i wonder if i will ever speak to you
it's hard to keep this feeling inside because i really want you to know that even though we are so far apart but i do care about you. we are so different but are you like others? judge people for what they are not. as time passed by i wonder if i will ever make the first move to say hi and would you be a good friend of mine? everyday as you go up the stairs i'll be there, just to see that smile on your face. i don't know what to do or say to make you notice me but can you look my way when i'm looking at you? your smile, your face and everthing about you is so nice. now i won't do anything because let me be the person you need even though you don't even know what my name is but i'll always be that person at the end of the stairs.

2007-06-22 20:55:27 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

as anyone by chance read this chinese book?there's a part which says the disease will have to be the heart medicine cures,the knot is done....in chinese:“心病终须心药治，解铃还是系铃人”y did dat person say it???tell me that part of the story..pls

2007-06-22 20:43:08 · 2 answers · asked by BH6413021 2

No matter what order I spew my words out, I get good reviews...I don't get it.., no seriously I don't get what the hell I am mumbling myself about half the time anyway. So, what's up with great reviews, that's not what I came here for! And I insist that if the author doesn't understand his own creation he doesn't deserve praise. Or did I get this whole "art" thingy wrong?
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AjNp.vWndMgJhx791UvprKXsy6IX?qid=20070622231540AAQta96

2007-06-22 20:38:07 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

The Sunset

Here they come
Its a fight in the sky
Slashes and cuts
They all start to die
Bright Red horses
And chariots of Gold
With men of Orange
There lives they sold
The darkness comes
Purple and Black
They come in fast
Ready to attack
They slash and slash
The horses Red as fire
Fall to the ground
Their flames grow no higher
The men of Orange
Who had sold their lives
Fall to the ground
To Purples knives
The chariots of Gold
Are lost in the night
The moon comes out
And marks the end of this fight

2007-06-22 18:54:00 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Rural Dorset is an area of scenic beauty and contrast, criss-crossed by the pretty River Stour and bordered on both sides by Areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty.
Along the Wiltshire borders lie the rolling downlands of the Cranborne Chase, formerly a royal hunting ground and now a designated Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, offering high chalkland views, many wild flowers, birds and butterflies.
To the east and the Hampshire borders, heathlands meet the meandering Avon Valley, which forms a delightful natural boundary with the neighbouring New Forest and its woodland and ponies. Holt Heath, a National Nature Reserve, is home to rare and unusual flora and fauna such as the shy Sand Lizard and diminutive Dartford Warbler.
Across the River Stour lies the gentle clay vale and dairying country of the Blackmore Vale, much beloved of Thomas Hardy, with its patchwork fields and hidden hamlets. Beyond, and stretching right over to the coast in the far west of the county, lies the open country of the Dorset Downs, Area of Outstnding Natural Beauty.
The serene and picturesque valleys of the Rivers Stour, Allen and Crane with their tranquil water meadows and lush vegetation are particularly rich in wildlife and make the perfect setting for an afternoon stroll or leisurely ride.

2007-06-22 18:19:31 · 2 answers · asked by loveandpeace 1

2007-06-22 18:00:47 · 13 answers · asked by Mayra 2

1 - A Face on Which Time Makes but Little Impression

A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.

The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation, their meeting-line at the horizon was clearly marked. In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was come: darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon, while day stood distinct in the sky. Looking upwards, a furze-cutter would have been inclined to continue work; looking down, he would have decided to finish his ****** and go home. The distant rims of the world and of the firmament seemed to be a division in time no less than a division in matter. The face of the heath by its mere complexion added half an hour to evening; it could in like manner retard the dawn, sadden noon, anticipate the frowning of storms scarcely generated, and intensify the opacity of a moonless midnight to a cause of shaking and dread.

2007-06-22 18:00:42 · 1 answers · asked by loveandpeace 1

1 - A Face on Which Time Makes but Little Impression

A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.

The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation, their meeting-line at the horizon was clearly marked. In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was come: darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon, while day stood distinct in the sky. Looking upwards, a furze-cutter would have been inclined to continue work; looking down, he would have decided to finish his ****** and go home. The distant rims of the world and of the firmament seemed to be a division in time no less than a division in matter. The face of the heath by its mere complexion added half an hour to evening; it could in like manner retard the dawn, sadden noon, anticipate the frowning of storms scarcely generated, and intensify the opacity of a moonless midnight to a cause of shaking and dread.

2007-06-22 17:56:52 · 2 answers · asked by loveandpeace 1

1 - A Face on Which Time Makes but Little Impression

A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.

The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation, their meeting-line at the horizon was clearly marked. In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was come: darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon, while day stood distinct in the sky. Looking upwards, a furze-cutter would have been inclined to continue work; looking down, he would have decided to finish his ****** and go home. The distant rims of the world and of the firmament seemed to be a division in time no less than a division in matter. The face of the heath by its mere complexion added half an hour to evening; it could in like manner retard the dawn, sadden noon, anticipate the frowning of storms scarcely generated, and intensify the opacity of a moonless midnight to a cause of shaking and dread.

2007-06-22 17:55:58 · 3 answers · asked by loveandpeace 1

1 - A Face on Which Time Makes but Little Impression

A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.

The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation, their meeting-line at the horizon was clearly marked. In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was come: darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon, while day stood distinct in the sky. Looking upwards, a furze-cutter would have been inclined to continue work; looking down, he would have decided to finish his ****** and go home. The distant rims of the world and of the firmament seemed to be a division in time no less than a division in matter. The face of the heath by its mere complexion added half an hour to evening; it could in like manner retard the dawn, sadden noon, anticipate the frowning of storms scarcely generated, and intensify the opacity of a moonless midnight to a cause of shaking and dread.

2007-06-22 17:50:28 · 3 answers · asked by MM 1

I have a piece of pottery that is Sascha Brastoff # 021, does anyone know if it could be worth anything?

2007-06-22 17:42:56 · 1 answers · asked by Melanie N 2

You see it on the news everyday
What happened to the right way?
Guns and missiles and people dying
Cops dying and soilders mothers crying

Mothers telling their little boys "daddy will be home soon"
Little kid look up at the stars and the moon
Praying to God that their mom or dad is still alive
Many families give up hope that their loved ones will survive

What happened to our world
Once peacefull but now twisted and twirled
Covered in Chaos,tragedy, and death
Our peacefull world went away it took its last breath

2007-06-22 16:30:28 · 9 answers · asked by Animal_lvr 1

"You can yell at me,
if you want,"
He says.
I politely decline,
not of courtesy.
Out of fear for
his safety.

The truth is,
I want to barricade myself
and scream for days.
Until my voice gives out.
Until I can not hear
my weakness giving in.
Until I can enjoy the silence.


Background Info: Written for a college level creative writing course, free verse workshop.
I am curious whether or not it has enough oomph to stand out amoung the rest of my portfolio.

2007-06-22 15:12:27 · 4 answers · asked by Megan B 2

If one is not musically gifted or gifted as a poet or song writer, what options would one have? Write poerty that does not rhyme, write poems that look like journal entries? Your help is greatly appreciated. Thank you.

2007-06-22 13:36:13 · 14 answers · asked by Hot Coco Puff 7

More of my precious stock of drivel for ultrascrooge to bastardise

Lost Keys
(A postmodern Haiku by Penfoldius Gobers)

Has anybody here lost their keys?
Don’t think
Don’t pat your pocket
But remember the sensation
Of wondering
When in that moment of doubt
You existed in two states and only later
Did you force reality to crystallize
And only one outcome was allowed.

Such is the nature of the realm we explore
Where we perceive the first glimpse
That the world no longer rests
On pillars of Newton and Einstein.
Where all the math turns inward
To unpick our cozy logic.

On and off
Two ways to avoid the true nature
Of a creation which is not so defined
Not compatible with human mind
Blind
As creators of our own perceptions
All we see is real
All else deception

Has anybody here lost their keys?
Don’t think
Don’t pat your pocket
But remember the sensation
Of wondering

2007-06-22 06:59:01 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I posted this under politics but am posting it here too.

What if Hiliary becomes Commader in Chief?
Will Bill be happy or despondent with grief?

Should Bill be concerned or should he be afraid?
For now his wife will have an office aid.

While Bill is out shooting a double bogey,
Hiliary's in the oval office smoking a stogy.

Hiliary will say "I did not have sex with that man,
I'm talking about Bill, not my office aid Dan."

2007-06-22 02:26:50 · 8 answers · asked by Kamy 4

Do you remember that woman that lived in a shoe?
She now lives in a penthouse with an incredible view.

Her kids are all grown up and they're out of the nest,
she's really looking good and is a lot less stressed.

She drives around town in her car that's a Lexus,
she has a getaway home in Florida and Texas.

She used to make a living selling old pottery,
last May she played power ball and won the lottery.

2007-06-22 01:58:55 · 6 answers · asked by Kamy 4

Hilo

Sugarcane stalks, rustle in sunshine
Salt air wafts, as the seagulls complain
Emerald jeweled isle, Hawaii, Hilo side
Kulolo for breakfast, easy to make

Go pick opi’i, maybe catch lobster
Trade for some rice and Tonkatsu sauce
Sunsets on Pacific are crimson to amber
Palm trees a palace, the sky for a home

I cannot go back now, though paradise lingers
In my heart, long beaches, of pristine white sand
Time there is so precious, old souls remembered
Mahalo kamaaina, mahalo wahine

2007-06-22 01:53:08 · 7 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

Life's a pleasant tradition.
Life's wing is as vast as death.
Life's a jump the size of love.
Life's not something,
we put on the mantel of habit
and forget.
It does not matter where I am.
The sky is always mine.
Windows, ideas, air, love,
earth, all mine.
Why does it matter if sometimes,
the mushrooms of nostalgia grow?
Let's take off our clothes.
Water is just a foot away.
Let's have a basket and
fill it up with all the greens
and all the reds.
We are not to comprehend;
the secret of roses, but maybe
swiming in the incantation of roses.
Or may be looking for
the song of truth
between the morning glory,
and the century

2007-06-21 20:41:32 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm really bored and i feel like writing. I just got done wit one and the topic is who id like to meet: "a boyy who....."
and i love writing poems too
any good topics?
please and thank you

2007-06-21 19:46:17 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

Humorous, maybe,
I haven't decided.
But seems still pro Bush...
That! I just can't abide with.

So one tyrant's gone.
But worse, still, are thriving.
If Bush is a car...
Who're the ones that are driving?

In defence, he's a vehicle.
But I'd hazard a guess.
There's a monkey in a treetop,
Who's IQ's no less.

Conglomerate cartels
A fantasy? Nay
Be honest,
Who's running the world today?

Just ask, Who's need's suited?
By political war.
Not the denizens of Iraq
That much I assure.


(They're not typos, RIGHT..!
They're truly meant.
THAT'S the way, that WE spell 'defence.
Damn, I'm stuck in vitriolic rhyming mode now...
"Help"...
...

2007-06-21 18:54:20 · 3 answers · asked by Jean V 2

I want to feel
Your loving arms
Around me.

I wish I had
The words to say
My feelings

I hope to show
Just how much I
Really care.

I'd love to say
How sorry I
Truly am.

I wish that I
Could take it back;
All that pain

I've often thought
That I should just
Go back home

But then again
I love you so
Incredibly

I wish it could
Be easier
To tell you

I love you with
All my heart- I'm
Yours to keep

I am all yours
Body, mind, and
Even soul.

I want you to
Know that I can
Be true to you

And that is why
I can tell the
Others no.

I've often sat
And thought about
Our dear love.

Baby I love
You so very
Very much

_____________________________

I know I need to work on the ending, but so far, what do you think?

2007-06-21 13:41:05 · 5 answers · asked by Xotchil 2

PLEASE HELP i need an example or 2 of a monosyllabic poem PLEASE HELP!

2007-06-21 12:41:59 · 3 answers · asked by vickie 2

Atom smashing by Penfoldius Gobers

We split the atom with mighty whacks
until all that’s left are the cracks in the cracks
Into these I climb to walk the line
between voodoo and quantum mechanics

Splitting the atom is a messy affair
so we leave it to someone with sandals and long hair
Who thinks of phase and spin and cosmic string
Of parralell dimensions accessible by wheelchair

Heisenberg Bohr, Planck and Dirac
These are the sorcerers of the new era
Who have seen further
Who have swum deeper

Schrodinger thought that he`d put his cat
into a box with a gun to its head
but its not dead or alive at this junction
We await the collapse of the wave function

We split the atom with mighty whacks
until all that’s left are the cracks in the cracks
Into these I climb to walk the line
between voodoo and quantum mechanics

2007-06-21 11:12:55 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Below the ocean,
Where there's love,
Lies my heart,
That shines above.

So beautiful and unique,
As we shall treat,
Love from my heart,
Is like love from me.

Love me and my heart
Shall brighten your life.
Hate me and my heart
Shall take away your life.

Love doesn't just grow on trees,
But love from my heart grows on me.
Treat me like I was your own,
But love me like I am your own.

2007-06-21 11:03:32 · 7 answers · asked by volleyballchic4liife 1

Altar boy

The smell of incense still revolts,
Draging me back to the day.
Of deep dark secrets, never to be spoke,
Under threat of ridicule and pain.

An altar boy, I was one time,
My grandparents so proud.
Roman Catholics, both of them,
The priesthood, surely I'd been called.

But in the darkness of the church,
Evil lurks, with no escape.
Don't you ever tell anyone,
Not your parents, not even to God.

I knew it wrong, I was ashamed,
I tried to tell my mom.
I got no help, no sympathy,
Just punished, for my insolence.

My life's been hard, I carry this,
Just like a crown of thorns.
I speak these words, not for penance,
But to get it off my chest.

If it can happen to a boy like me,
It can happen to all the rest.
Retribution will not cure me,
Letting go, might be the best.


This is the second part of the first poem I wrote today. This is a rewrite, i made some minor changes to tone down the anger.
The priest who committed these atrocities is dead.

2007-06-21 10:49:36 · 13 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Ultrastooge upon his stallion
Geoffrey T flanked to the right
Ajunker there, the standard bearer
Penfold, tomtom, jazbec in tight
Cinnamon holds high her dagger
Tylerdurden, Mee Mo are in ready
Paradise, Glyph there together
Lorreign and Bronwen each aware
Teshua, a field commander
Bound for Glory
We will go

With this army
We will conquer
Dim and Dull, and uninspired
We’ll fight with prose in no small measure
Defending firm our rhythmic treasure
Our poet’s tree posts for your pleasure
And Universal Relevance
Our endeavor

2007-06-21 10:04:42 · 9 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

denial

Once a long, long time ago,
A little boy, began to grow.
Exploring every space and spot,
Knew who to trust, and who to not.

Evil comes in many forms,
Some even seem to conform.
But inside their broke and shattered,
Stealing from children, only what mattered.

Never do they pick on strength,
Their time on earth, short of length.
Stealing from them, their childhood,
While donning a mask, understood.

I tried and tried to get away,
He was too strong, had to stay.
What he did, perverse and sick,
Then he's threaten with a stick.

Your parents, go ahead and tell,
They'll not believe, under my spell.
He was right, I was called a liar,
In the night, I dream't of fire.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Who should I pray to the most.
Never ever seemed to matter,
All my dreams, left to shatter.


This is a true story. I was raped and molested as an altar boy from the ages of 5 til 7. The priest was right...No one believed.

2007-06-21 08:39:55 · 21 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3