Poetry

Give Yourself A Break...Who Else Will? ...


Why go on a diet, when you...
Know ice cream will freezer burn.
If you DON'T buy the Milky Way bar...
That company will close down tomorrow.
Don't feed the chickens tonight...
They're stuffed with bugs anyway.
Why be scared of lightning strikes...
People live afterwards, sometimes.
Don't sweat the arraignment...
Your lawyer lies better than you.
Why be alarmed at sirens and lights...
The serial killer surrendered next door.
Why bother with casinos...
Just write a check to the Gaming Commission.
Don't even bother with coffee...
Ice cubes down your bra works just fine.
Read your book. Ignore the open window...
Your Great Dane will bury the body.
Go to an 'all you can eat' buffet...
You know your fluid pills work wonders.

Elysabeth Faslund...poemhunter.com

2007-12-17 06:28:42 · 14 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

It was a dark, stormy night and one young centaur stood on the edge of a cliff. Then a figure appeared; a figure of a man. The man was The Dark Lord; a shape shifter, a villain, a crook, and leader of the Dark Force, who had cornered a little centaur, all alone. No parents to protect her. This little centaur had been walking wondering which side to trust, Dark Force or to serve Chizkiah.
“Ithiel, come to me deary, come serve the Dark force,” called the Dark Lord but little Ithiel was scared so she tried to push past one of the soldiers when someone grabbed her arm.
Ithiel looked up the person, er, centaur, I should say, was her mother in chains with her father right beside her all her mom did was smile and gave her a locket and whispered “I love you, but you must run the Dark Lord is trying to control the world. Run baby, run!”

So she ran. She ran far away. She looked back just once and saw the Dark Lord whip her parents. Her heart filled with anger as she galloped off towards Chizkiah’s camp.

Meanwhile in Chizkiah’s camp the Follower’s are restless. Chizkiah went oversees and won’t be back for a while. He left a human in charge. A timid, humble little fellow, goes by the name of Ely.

“Sir, someone’s coming in to camp, centaur by the looks o’ ‘im,” said the faun Gedaliah.
“Let the centaur in,” Ely said.

“Hello,” said Elazar, the elf.
“Let’s shoot it, Heaven knows where it’s been,” suggested Joel, the dwarf.
“I’m Ithiel, and I heard that, miniature ”
“Well, hello Ithiel,”
“What’s your business, a spy for the dark lord perhaps?”
“Easy, Joel,” Ely commanded quietly. “What is your business here, little one?”
“The dark lord, or whatever you call him cornered me and I got scared so I ran. And for your information, I am NOT little.”
“ah, I can see that, my Master is away and will not be back for a year or so,”
“C-could I stay here until he gets back,”

A tall black centaur strode over to Ely.

“Sir,” Hannaniah whispered. “Battle is no place for a child,”
“No, your right, but remember what Chizkiah said when that flock of little fauns and their mothers came up to him.”
“’Let the children come unto me’” Hannaniah sighed. “but”
“He also said we should all be as trusting as a child.”
“*sigh* all right, Ely, but we should keep her under lock and key, You know how the Dark Lord has a tendency to track little ones who don’t know Chizkiah.”
“Okay, Ithiel, you may go into that tent over there,”
“You mean I can stay?”
“Yep,”

That was the day when Ithiel first wandered into Chizkiah’s camp. She found out that He was the Ultimate Protector, The Eternal Shelter, and that He loved everyone, even the Dark Force. She also found out that it was safest to stay away from Joel, just because he kind of scared her, the way he always talked about traitors and how he was once in the Dark Force. So she avoided him.

Then the day before Chizkiah was supposed to come back, the Dark Force came right into the gates! It all started when Ithiel was out for a walk, she decided to pick flowers.

So she picked about 45 blue flowers, 12 pink flowers, 7 white flowers. What! She has lots of spare time.

Then she decided to take them to old Ms. Badger, the widow who lived in a hollow stump about ½ a mile from Chizkiah’s camp. Ithiel enjoyed listening to old Ms. Badger’s interesting stories. She always told the most interesting stories about Chizkiah.

“Ms. Badger? Ms. Badger? Are you home?” Ithiel called just as she walked around the back of old Ms. Badger’s house, where she found old Ms. Badger digging in her vegetable garden.
“Oh, Ithy! What a surprise! Are those beautiful flowers for me?”
“Yes, they are, Ms. Badger,” Ithiel replied. “Could you tell me a story, ma’am?”
“Yes, deary, what would you like to hear?”
“Anything,”
“Well, okay then. Let’s go inside and find these flowers a vase, and maybe there’s some cookies and milk inside, too!”
“Mm, sounds yummy but I have to be back for lunch,”
“Well, here’s some cookies, for you and here’s some for the troops. Now you’d best get a move on if you don’t want the cookies to get cold.”
“Okay, bye, Ms. Badger!”

2007-12-17 06:08:45 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Here the poem: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=172095

I trying to understand this poem .

Do you understand when she says:
the different tins are intense last entires
a monstrous pearl or grace
Black stone bitter bureaus
rhymes of Leaning
Somebody Terribly Dying, under the pilanthropy of robins.

2007-12-17 05:04:29 · 1 answers · asked by * 1

2007-12-17 03:09:55 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

This is a pad; nobody says 'My pad.'
Girls just don't get proprietorial
the ways guys do around stuff. 'Intimate
Hygiene' the label reads. To use, you peal
the sticky back, and slot the dude inside
your tanga, where it does the thing it does
for a few hours, or maybe overnight
(different kinds have different absorbencies).

If I wear this too long, it starts to chafe.
I don't. They come as six to the pochette.
I flush it or I bin it when it's stiff
with blood I don't need and a little sh*t.

When you need one, you need one - like I said.
But they're disposable. And you're a pad.

2007-12-17 02:51:35 · 6 answers · asked by synopsis 7

How would you describe a cherry?

what do you think of when your eating one?

what do they smell, taste, look and feel like to you?


thank you

2007-12-17 02:30:32 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Euwaite here, Mister!

I was a horrible slacker
Mrs. Smith, and her stick called
"Brat Whacker"
Out in hall, the kids had a ball
Hearing the crack of her smacker!

*****

2007-12-17 02:29:49 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am a single mother, I was in an abusive relationship and just recently got divorced, does anyone have poems?

2007-12-17 02:28:08 · 6 answers · asked by lizzy 1

I for one mourn the passing of a Lyrical Poet.

Dan Fogelberg lost to the Universe today.

2007-12-17 01:56:48 · 6 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

Pen and ink are your miller's wheel
Grinding verses from thoughts you recall
Your stock in trade are the words and refrains
Paid for with tears from us all

A moment in time, a glass of red wine,
Perhaps a dear friend and a fire
A cool summer breeze and a metaphor please
And the stories you tell, we desire

Your poets world is a curious world
Somehow, locked away
With your colored glass and brandy flask
And painful yesterdays

Like scissors and tape for an old photograph
You mend fragments of days long gone
So careful to save from all those who gave
Your poems the wings that they fly on

You close your eyes to the madness outside
Lost in the sounds you remember
Of walking a path, or taking a bath
A splash, the crackle embers

Asking "why" of the rain, "how come" to the cane
Shouting "hey" to the ones who remember
"No more of this, please" you call to the trees
"No more” to the shadowy timber

Sometimes when caught by the afternoon air
You leave us, just for a while,
To buy bits of time with your nickels and dimes
Then piece them together forever

2007-12-17 01:34:43 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I started on a limerick & i'm having trouble finishing it.

There one was a foreigner from Peru
Who was fervent for beef stew
.....

BUT.. I also have to use as many of these wwords as possible

fervor n. Ardor or intensity of feeling.

finale n. Concluding performance.
finally adv. At last.

floral adj. Pertaining to flowers.
florist n. A dealer in flowers.

foreign adj. Belonging to, situated in, or derived from another country.

fragile adj. Easily broken.
frailty n. Liability to be broken or destroyed.

please help me you can change the begenning if you want but idk what to do with this...

2007-12-17 01:30:40 · 7 answers · asked by Asha 2

2007-12-17 01:11:57 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Ackwardly believing creativity demonstrates experience fictional genius hurtfull innocence jokinly knowing love misleads nature overpowering perception questioning response sensation testing understanding willingly xterminating youth zealously.


*comas not added
*periods not added

2007-12-17 00:49:45 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Hi, so i am completely terrible with words and being creative. I am after a little rhyme to write in my parents christmas card that explains the gift i got for them. I will quickly tell you the basics about what i got them,

For their christmas present, instead of buying them another typical christmas gift, i signed up at Animals Asia Foundation on their behalf and purchased a pot of raisins, some toys and a pot of honey for the moon bears that have been rescued. The moon bears have been caged in really nasty farms and had legs cut off and rusty catheters embeded into their stomaches for up to 22years, so the farmers can drain their bile, etc.
The foundation that that rescues and treats them is the one that i brought the gifts off.
Sorry i am really hopeless at explaining things. Which is exactly why i need your help. I was after something simple and lighthearted, even a bit cheeky / funny, just explaining what their gift is.
Thanks so much guys, i really appreciate it

2007-12-17 00:15:18 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

The Family.
It starts with a seed white and pure,
Soiled and brown by soil itself alone,
A sprinkle of nature our life giver water,
Careful now for it might just hit the stone.
Resembling a mere weed at first peek,
Squinting petals as it sees dawns light,
Pushing upwards to heaven at a trains pace,
Yet getting nowhere in this lonely fight.
At last my first goal is achieved,
My arms green as grass are free,
But wait there are others here to see,
A lot bigger but yet the same as me.
Years have past I’m now strong and tall,
My trunk is full and sturdy in stature,
My leafs come and go in all colours,
All that is wrong is my tiny root fracture.
Oh God help us all we hear the rumblings,
See those yellow hats coming closer by me,
A roaring engine and spinning blades,
Years old bark now stripped it has to be.
Alas my beauty and power was not enough,
The family has all been chopped down,
At least the paper we make may be used,
Not even that can turn this horrid frown.

2007-12-16 22:34:40 · 8 answers · asked by kissaled 5

here is another of my poems.

One day a cat was walking to lose some fat.
it saw a bat on crack swinging a bat.
The bat was being swung by the bat watched by the cat.
The bat's crack was desired by the cat.
But not the fat, it was trying to lose that.
Both bats were actually bats, not bats.
The crack was sidewalk, not smack.
The fat lost the cat, before the cat lost the fat.

2007-12-16 22:18:32 · 10 answers · asked by the truht 2

based on a guy and a girl, where the girl knows he loves her and infront of his friends he tells her he doesnt love her an she later goes home and commits suicide while this guy is standing at the door yelling to her i love you too or it goes something like that was looking for it but its kind of hard since i dont know the title and the author to it is unknown. any hint would help.

2007-12-16 19:12:17 · 3 answers · asked by DuFoS 1

I recently have been interested in writing, whether it be poetry, song lyrics, or just anything, even drawings. The thing is though I don't want any of my family members finding them because I would like to keep them private. Any suggestions?

2007-12-16 18:46:36 · 6 answers · asked by mystermy 2

Some happy lyrics for your enjoyment...

http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dctdsgkb_76fdpndvhs

2007-12-16 18:06:08 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-16 16:16:02 · 2 answers · asked by Kira 1

I'm making a collection of a few poems with a nature theme. Any tips on where to find interesting, meaningful, work would be appreciated. The school library is almost no help and I'm having trouble finding good sites.

2007-12-16 15:56:13 · 4 answers · asked by Keiko 4

*****

Why won’t my love look upon me
Why don’t I hear a reply
After all that I’ve done
Now you’ve begun
To turn cold and rigid…I cry

The way that you lay there so silent
Without even questioning why
You’ve turned into stone
Left me alone
As if a part of me…died

Blue smoke fills the air around you
Cordite perfume can’t hide
The way you expired
Five shots I fired
One more in the cylinder…I tried

*****

2007-12-16 15:42:21 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

...while I was grieving over my first miscarriage.



An unknown being
grew deep inside of me.
A person I love,
though she has gone away.

I love her so dearly,
for she was my first child...
...a child I'll never know.

Questions bombard me...
for I wonder what she was like.

Would she look like me?
Or favor her dad?
Would she be quiet and shy?
Or a little bit wild?

My heart is in pieces...

Because...
she won't ever come back
to the parents who love her.

2007-12-16 15:31:46 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

Sometimes I do, when the student is close. The clueless need more than a website.

2007-12-16 15:03:56 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-16 14:52:42 · 2 answers · asked by Blue 2

Senryu # 1

His deviant shell
breeds lascivious feelings
and wanton ardor.

senryu #2

Our love has become
a noxious red wine in
fallacy's chalice.

************************************

haiku #1

Rainstorm's pure offspring
caresses the flesh of me,
suffocating pain.



Haiku #2

Diamond paradise
glitters like crystal glass and
veils flaws of the past.

2007-12-16 14:42:57 · 3 answers · asked by Taja B 4

What are the symbols, or what is symbolised, in the poem "How Do I Love Thee?" and how are they symbolised?

2007-12-16 14:14:34 · 6 answers · asked by Meechelle 3

i want the poem about the effects of agant orange on the pople after they got back home and how they are scard of things how he stares out into space just dreaming about if hes still at war

2007-12-16 14:09:31 · 4 answers · asked by erica s 1

What is your understanding/interpretation of this poem? what do you think the message of this poem is?

Stars
Robert Frost

How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--

As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

2007-12-16 14:05:35 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

ok so it doesn't really rhyme of anything like that I just pretty much descibed all my feelingd for him. So here goes...

I feel like whenever I'm around him my life is perfect
I care so much
When I'm down all I want to do is have him hold me
And tell me everything will be ok
Even though we both know better
I want to hold him tight and give him all my love
Look in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and know
That I'm the luckiest girl in the world
I want to make him the only one for me
Sometimes I know that I can't have him
And I can only be with him in my dreams
So I want to sleep forever
I feel like I can find enough happiness to last a lifetime
Just by looking in his eyes for one minute
I want to wrap my arms around him and never let go
I want to trust him with life
Tell him all my serets
And let him know that he's all I'll ever need
He's one of my good friends and we have great times
But that's all it'll ever be

2007-12-16 13:53:35 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous