Poetry

i looked it up and i got this definition:

1. Prosody. a poem, properly expressive of a single, complete thought, idea, or sentiment, of 14 lines, usually in iambic pentameter, with rhymes arranged according to one of certain definite schemes, being in the strict or Italian form divided into a major group of 8 lines (the octave) followed by a minor group of 6 lines (the sestet), and in a common English form into 3 quatrains followed by a couplet.

my first thought was................WTF!?!?



can someone explain everything there is about it. please!

2007-06-15 03:38:11 · 5 answers · asked by Minty 2

Interpret this any way you want.

2007-06-14 18:56:16 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

“Who am I?”

I am a drip of water
Dripping on and on
Until the base is full
I flow over when it is full
That is who I am and who I want to be
That is my best place to me

“What am I?”

I am a new plant
Coming out of the dirt
Struggling to come out
To be the earth’s precious gift
I am the morning sun light
Fighting over the darkness of night
I am the evening moon light
Taking over the dim sun light
To give the world a new bright
Day of light

“Where am I?”

I am in the Atlantic Ocean
Looking above the two directions
I look up to see the west
And I see a bunch of new lights
I look up to the east
I see the past years of delight
I see deep inside the east
And my head hearts from
The memories of the past
I feel sad that I am absent
But I feel good that I am present

“What can I be?”

Me.
Who is exactly me?
I don’t know surely
But I know I want to be me
Who is always happy
Someone who sees the world beauty
Someone who sees the dark side of life
And be a continuous light

“What am I as me?”
I am same and different
I am someone who learns from the past
And that is why I am always happy
When I am just like me!

2007-06-14 16:47:15 · 6 answers · asked by mimi247t 2

"Sonnet for a True Friend"

The day’s monotony has got me down.
How desperately dull is cube farm life.
My day’s end goal? My sorrows for to drown,
To forget the inanity and strife.
O’ sweet bottle of gin, you fit the bill;
The pressures dissipate ‘pon the first sip.
Beefeater, Tanqueray, or cheapest swill,
You warm me from my head to fingertip.
O’ see how ephemeral are my woes
When the sublime barmaid fills me with drink.
My tongue loosens and conversation flows.
Ah, precious gin, you make this dullard think.
You give me life and help me to forget;
Juniper bev’rage, I am in your debt.

- by Doug Manion


Of course, sober facts are here:
http://www.voai.org/alcoholmedical.htm

2007-06-14 16:40:18 · 3 answers · asked by ari-pup 7

" a look a passion, a rage of fear"

2007-06-14 12:58:51 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

We'll will never know
Which road has been traveled more.
Which hallway,
Which door,
Has never been opened before.
We'll never see,
The scars that hide deep within
The thoughts,
The fears,
The visions created by sin.
If we could but hold,
the burning persistence of time,
and its unyielding march,
To and end without reason or rhyme,
We’d live in a world,
without walls,
without fear,
Under the light,
Of one blinding tear.
We’d live in a time without hatred or greed,
Above the blackest of nights,
inside all encompassing need.
Step up young man,
And place it all on the line.
Move forward my dear,
To a newly engineered crime.
Step up my sweet,
And give it all that you’ve got.
Walk away happy,
And embrace the pain you forgot.

2007-06-14 12:14:51 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I wrote this poem watching a star the only one I saw last night.

The loneliest star

Last night I saw star
the loneliest star in the sky
sparkled like a diamond
twinkled in my dreamy eyes.

I watched her each and every second
the loneliest star in the sky
I took steps to her distance
and turned back making a sigh.

I blinked by her brightness
the loneliest star in the sky
I contemplated her beauty
that flashed so high.

I left her presence
the loneliest star in the sky
I kept her in this dream
so she can fall and make wish to fly.

2007-06-14 09:13:02 · 15 answers · asked by . 5

ok, this is hard....

well, most of my poems that i posted on here were not mine.

i got them from my friends who said i could use them for sites, because it wasn't like i was publishing them or anything.

and well steve E, just told me that one of them "insane asylum",
was written by someone else. so i guess my friend lied. i even gave him the link to my friends site where she had it posted.

the only reason why i'm doing this is because i care for steve. he's a good friend. and i just don't think it is right that he keep that secret about me. he's been through too much to have to keep that secret for me.. he doesn't need another burden. and i didn't want him to have to keep that secret.'specially one that stupid.

i'm not looking for forgivness, sympathy, or anything else from anybody. i just thought that it was the right thing to do and you should know.

i promise that if enough people hate me and never wanna see me in this section again i won't come back. ever again.

2007-06-14 08:54:54 · 27 answers · asked by Minty 2

SiTTiN iN THE CAR
WiTH THE WiNDOWS ALL DOWN
ON THE BiGGEST HiLL
WHERE YOU CAN SEE MOST OF THE TOWN
STARRiNG AT THESE LiGHTS
THAT MAKE ME WANT TO THiNK
iNSPiRES ME TO WRiTE
SO ON THE PAPER i PUT THE iNK
THEN i STARE AT THE STARS
KUS iTS A PERFEKT ViEW
AND i DONT KNO WHY
MANY EMOTiONS RUN THREW
WiTH A SMALL COLD BREEZE
THAT RUNS THRES MY FEET
KUS iM LAYiNG iN THE CAR
WiTH MY FEET OUT THE WiNDOW
PLAYiNG SLOW RNB MUSiC
TO HELP ME FiND A WAY THREW
KUS iTS ME BY MY SELF
ANO NO ONE ELSE AROUND
NO ONE TO DOUBT ME
OR NO LOUDMOUTHS
JUST ME THE PAPER, iNK
AND THE SOFT BREEZE RUNNiNG THREW MY FEET!
WiTH LiTTLE THiNGS iN MY MiND
SOME THiNGS THAT NEED TO GET CLEARED
WiTH OTHERS i CAN KEEP....

2007-06-14 08:49:09 · 32 answers · asked by Anonymous

Children weeping,
people seeking 4 the weak.
So much blood and gore.
A girl pouts,
a poppy sproats.
So much tears are shead,
like blood from the dead!

2007-06-14 07:20:51 · 22 answers · asked by Katja ie tattybow 1

Commentaries, criticisms are welcome...

'Take me home'

Where I won’t have to face
Pain, sorrow, anger;
Where I won’t need to taste
The tinge of depression, disappointment;
Where they won’t make me hold
Burdens that make my shoulders weak;
Take me home-
Where I can be free.

My soul is writhing-
Writhing to be let loose;
These trappings of woe hold me down-
Like the hanged man’s noose.

How I long to break free
From the hypnotic loop of temptation,
And go back home,
Where there is no want for destruction;
The abode with no hypocrites
Who throw knives at my back;
The place with no liars
Who turn red hearts black.

Take me home,
Where my soul will have no skin
To hold it in.
Take me home,
Where a smile can flourish
With no fear of being deleted
By tears.

Take me home,
Take me home,
Where solitude and peace
Eternal, can never be wrecked;
Remove these cuffs of worldliness
From my ankles and feet and neck;
God, take me home
To you again.

2007-06-14 02:54:40 · 6 answers · asked by Shifani 2

it doesn't rhyme.

title-mistake

All I ask of you
Is one simple thing.
It means so much,
And costs nothing.
It has saved nations,
And moved mountains.

It was wrong,
I know this.
I tried,
But not hard enough.
There are a million things
That I could have done,
So why did it have to be that one?

I have a history
Of happenings just like this.
I swear I'll be better,
I will, truly, this time.
One more chance?
I'm begging you,
Just this one thing.
Please?

I didn't mean to ruin the happiness,
It just happened.
The opportunity was right in front of me
And I, the fool, took it with all I was worth.
Why? Fear causes many things in life.
One more chance?
I'm begging you again?

Could you find the strength
To give me this?
Again?
I'll try harder,
I want to make this work.
You know that I do.
Just one more time?
I'm so sorry,
I was doing so well for a while.

All I ask of you
Is this:
Forgive me, please?
Please?
I'll do anything
Just for your forgivness.
Please?

2007-06-14 02:29:02 · 3 answers · asked by Minty 2

a short poem,and put it down the plot,character.sitting and etch.pls

2007-06-14 01:37:53 · 3 answers · asked by raisa s 1

The Sea
By Natividad Marquez

Why does the Sea laugh, Mother
As it glints beneath the sun?

Is it thinking of the joy, my child
That it wishes every one.

Why does the sea sob so, mother
As it breaks on the rocky shore?

It recalls the sorrows of the world,
And weeps forever more.

Why is the see so peaceful, Mother
As if it were fast asleep?

It would give our heart, derest child
The comfort of the deep

The End.

2007-06-13 23:15:24 · 12 answers · asked by Popo B 3

I think No.....Rap music is better than poetry. Commericalized b/s u hear on the radio aside real hip hop conveys the essence of reality better than poetry. Poetry is often an endless expression of feelings whereas rap music can incooperate ones feelings with the realities of life. Poetry is often confined within feelings Rap artist paint stories with illustrious words in a poetic format.

2007-06-13 17:37:22 · 18 answers · asked by Future 5

I literally have hundreds of poems, all about different things and I'm trying to get the ones I like most out there. Please let me know what you think. This ones about the war in Iraq and how I lost someone I love, my cousin.

you held your ground and fought so strong
an amazing soldier
but tired and ready to come home
you survived for so long
and had so many lucky breaks
just three months until leave
almost time to come home
your luck ran out
and your fight quickly ended
were all so proud
and we honor our soldier
but now all we have left is memories
and that familiar gray tombstone
which carries a man loved so strong
that finally got the chance to come home

2007-06-13 16:56:40 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-06-13 16:34:40 · 2 answers · asked by Ron 3

2007-06-13 16:16:46 · 4 answers · asked by ellybellyxd 1

pre-note: i am not looking for it was good. i want helpful tips to help me improve as a writer. i want tips that will help me grow as a poet. thanks

how many times,
how many times,
have i watched you dissapear?


how many times,
how many times,
have i tasted the bitter taste of death?


how many times,
how many times,
have i smelled the deep stench of greif?

how many times,
how many times,
have i heard the sorrowful- breathy cry of- "it's o.k."?


how many times,
how many times,
have i felt the cold take hold of my soul?


how many times,
how many times,
have i awoke in a cold sweat-
only to cry myself to sleep again?


Your life was short,
Your dreams short lived,
But i will not foreget.
You my sister, are my life,
My world,
And my light

2007-06-13 14:57:29 · 8 answers · asked by savvy 3

i read some of it cause my friend had it but i didnt finish it and im interested in it

2007-06-13 14:32:03 · 3 answers · asked by Nikki The Come To Girl 1

can anyone plz plz give me somethin like a poem that talk abt solving water polution like things that can be done to prevent water pollution and it has to be like a poem
rhyming

2007-06-13 14:22:51 · 1 answers · asked by Don-Certified 1

Steve E where are Ye? In a tree?
You see
there`s question for you
From Jaja on Yahoo
Go to the forest. Be free Steve E
I didn`t read it see

2007-06-13 11:46:26 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm currently out of town, and using my dad's comp. I can email you in a week.. but no earlier. So, in a week, i'll email you.

I'm so sorry steve. But i'll talk to you later,

jaja

2007-06-13 11:33:51 · 2 answers · asked by ? 3

Forget Me Not

If I told you a tale woven with pearls, Would you wonder of how it came to be? If you were to ask, I would tell you this...
A lady of the wood lived within a whitened willow.
She a prisoner of her soul wore a single flower. The flower of sorrow. She lay in her tree and thinketh of something that might have been.
As she slept within in a dream on warm summer's eve,
She found herself looking upon a familiar sight.
A far away dream within a dream....Faded, yet passionate.
A deserted hope of a once renewed power of Promise,
The Promise of an eternal bond of sweet passion,
Once found within a heart of the blossoming flower of sorrow,
This Promise found through a premonition of forbidden freedom. Within a hope of a dream,
She woke to find her bonds forever cut with the razor of forgiving love.
A love that scars the face of deceit and smashes a prison of clear molten glass. And within the same night,
She left her willow to find the lost dream
by Lauren Edwards

2007-06-13 11:23:28 · 4 answers · asked by Sunshine 3

Here is another poem i made up today
it doesnt have a title do u know one?
tell me if it makes sense
and if it doesnt tell me what i have to change..please

Look at me
And what do u see
Look at me
What do u feel
Look at me
What do u hear
Look at me
What is wrong
Can I ask am I in love
With a boy who is only 17
Is it right for me not to be free
Free from haters
Liars
And cheaters
Or from the
Un joyful
Un soulful
and unfaithful
Look at me
And what do u see
Look at me
What do u feel
Look at me
What do u hear
Look at me
What is wrong
I can tell you
I can see you by me
I can feel your body against mine
I can hear your voice so tender and mild
But there is nothing wrong with me AT all

2007-06-13 11:14:55 · 11 answers · asked by Breenee 2

Rain trickles down into the valley,
Overflowing past its girth.
And in its abundance;
So prospers does the earth.

And lo the land - how she cries for joy,
And lets loose a dirty tear.
But lo to the men below,
Who cringe in dire fear.

2007-06-13 10:25:56 · 23 answers · asked by Anonymous

It rained that night,
It rained so hard.
The drops of water, like needles,
Piercing through my brain.
It brought back all those haunting visions
from the past.
And my own tears,
so hot...it hurt.
It hurt to cry.
But I couldn't stop,
Couldn't even try.
I sat there, paralysed.
I couldn't speak.
And the rain outside
it ceased,
Not a gradual halt,
but a sudden sharp break.
The puddle, it'll dry up too.
The same way as my tears do.
Then the rainy day,
it'll cease to be.
Adios,this was the last of me.

2007-06-13 09:24:43 · 16 answers · asked by ? 2

Consumed In Apathy And Waiting:

In addition to my absence of tolerance for standing still
My sympathy for the weak has diminished considerably
My growing apathetic nature concerns me in no form
And this hole in my head is finally numbing

I’m feeling unmotivated in the entirety of the word
My complete lack of desire for anything is creeping out
My secret is getting out
And in some diminutive way I almost wish I could feel concern

I have not a care or preference for it would mean not a thing, for now
And I could only live with that for so long
So long before the lack of my fill would bring tremendous pain upon me
And nothing but disarray could remain

And so because of your hypocrisy and refusal for democracy, here I am
Once again I’m settling for second best when in the end I know
Oh yes, I know
And still, I’ll have to wait for that

Consumed in my apathy, I'm stuck here waiting
But not for long before it's so long, to everything
And everyone in my way
Before long, it'll be so long

2007-06-13 08:18:24 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Floating high above the ______,
We peer down at all the _______,
And wonder how they ever ________,
And if they'll ever _________.

2007-06-13 03:12:31 · 15 answers · asked by The Voice of Reason 3

2007-06-12 23:25:58 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous