Poetry

2007-06-12 22:54:46 · 5 answers · asked by dearpupai_7 1

What I really appreciate is an active use of the language itself to produce effects and mood. Poems with meter, rhyme, alliteration, etc. It's cool. A concrete example would be Poe's Raven. It seems like every contemporary poem is a morose rambling. It has it's place, but it's like if all you had to listen to was techno . . . Does anyone know of any good contemporary poets who still use these devices? Blank verse? Anything?

2007-06-12 22:18:07 · 10 answers · asked by supastremph 6

I want a happy life
just once a happy life
would you take my life
ease all my pain and strife

take this, you want it all
if i can't, i'll crash and fall
pick up my life and say good - bye
its nothing to see me cry

tears of anger hit my hand
sadness and life in your hand
control my mind, i'll take the stand
my minds became a broken land

you can't touch me now
this is my last bow
freed from my mental chains
i've released all my shame
so good -bye

2007-06-12 19:06:51 · 13 answers · asked by mizzmamma 5

Go out down to the corner.
Look at the sign its now suicide corner.
Blood is all around,
Up and down.
The street lamp burns a hole through my heart,
And my pain begins to start.
I crawl around searching for the hospital.
When I get there it’s burning down,
To the ground.
I desperately search for my house that once stood.
I find it there but its not standing,
in the air.
tell me wot u like and dislike. bear in mind im bullied and i was really upset when this wrote. im ok now. im 14

2007-06-12 18:36:05 · 20 answers · asked by Katja ie tattybow 1

People have upset me before,
I don’t want to get hurt anymore.
All the names the punches hut me so,
Now i Just want to go.
I need someone to stick up for me always,
So i don’t have to always pray.
One day they will teach me to defend for myself,
But for now ill Just sing out.

please tell me wot u like and dislike

2007-06-12 08:34:32 · 18 answers · asked by Katja ie tattybow 1

2007-06-12 08:22:11 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

Mountains next to sea
Overlooking the water
Power and beauty.

2007-06-12 06:46:27 · 23 answers · asked by Anonymous

i need it in simple english !! THANX!!

2007-06-12 05:30:29 · 2 answers · asked by Amit M 2

There she sat, by the rivers bank.
Pondering what to do next.
Gazing arcoss the raging waters, to the forest that lay across the bend.
She began to conieve a plan.
A dark and lonely forest.
Not one bird sang its hymn.
There she stood,
On the other side of the forest.
Staring at the congeration afar,
admiring the sunset.
Wishing she was part.
She awoke, in her bed.
No longer dreaming of a journey,
that she never even had.
The mornings sun a sunnder,
her dreams like the morning wind.
She took one step out of bed,
To let the real journey began.
Not so exiciting, not so mysterious but still something.
Still a journey, still a trip.
Let the voyage unravel.
Let the days commence.
She sits alone, not wanting any friends.
Considers her eduction vital, but love a simple need.
She graduates with honors, easily she succeeds.
At the end of her journey she stands alone.
No friends no family, gazing at the horzion of an untold dream.

2007-06-12 05:05:31 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Iam trying to find a poem i would be able to read to my class at school

2007-06-11 22:18:26 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

interpretation of the poem rural maid by fernando maramang

2007-06-11 21:49:12 · 2 answers · asked by snow belle 1

living in a world of silence
making up excuses to be left alone
its the people that just want to stay home
they scream for peacefulness
receive bloody lies
honesty is what we all desire
affection we all crave
but its those lonely people that are empty
when they go to their grave
we all pray to be saved
in a world of turmoil
we all watch as it caves
where did it all begin
everyone living in an awful sin
and when does it all end
will we all be forgiven?
no one knows how to pray
they all eat on each other like prey

2007-06-11 19:58:34 · 8 answers · asked by Mee~mOe~ 5

Can someone please help me on this poem, i really need help,

Poem 1

A SONG IN THE FRONT YARD

I've stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it's rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.

I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.


They do some wonderful things.
The have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it's fine
How they don't have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George'll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).


But I say it's fine Honest, I do
And I'd like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stocking of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.

2007-06-11 15:18:03 · 2 answers · asked by nomananwar100 1

I want to see what you can do! (and before you tell me to do my own homework, i'm an adult who's just interestd in poetry.) but anyways, write the deepest, most soulful freestyle poem you can write. a freestyle poem is basically a poem that doesn't rhyme but has a very nice flow. Make it at least 10 lines

2007-06-11 12:47:38 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-06-11 08:34:18 · 13 answers · asked by cabsadadd 1

2007-06-11 07:09:50 · 3 answers · asked by grey_worms 7

title-wicked trolls

keen of smell
dull of sight
in the cold
they stalk the night.

eyes so small
mouth so wide
sharp the tooth
and thick the hide.

nails like spades
to dig their holes.

keep thou safe
from wicked trolls.

No warmth

No sun

No friends

No one

can keep thou safe
from wicked trolls.

2007-06-11 01:56:58 · 9 answers · asked by Minty 2

does it count as a poem? and it doesn't rhyme.

title-i am what i am

I am as old as air,

new as a baby's breath.

i am a prison.

i am the key.

i am the knife that cuts,

the salve that heals.

i am a weapon.

i am a gesture of peace.

i am longed for and hated,

cursed and loved,

sought and despised.

more lies are told in my name

than there are birds in the air.

i bring pain and i bring relief.

i bring sorrow and i bring joy.

i am what i am.

2007-06-11 01:36:01 · 8 answers · asked by Minty 2

A kiss is just a kiss,
A flash of flesh...
Lingers,
Hungers...Hungers...
And makes us wait.

A kiss is just a kiss,
The touch of another,
Sets us free,
Just for a moment,
And leaves us in chains.

A kiss is just a kiss,
Sunrise delicate,
Haunts our memories,
When it was wrong...
And when it was not right...

But perfect.

A kiss is just a kiss.

2007-06-11 01:34:48 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

For a Shakespeare Improve class I had to write a sonnet so I thought I would share it with you guys!

Sonnet #1

Sir, thy handsomeness did possess my sight

So that mine eyes would not move from thy face.

In this my love for thee grew like a night

That covers the sky with a steeds fast pace.

Thy smile is like an affectionate sun,

It warms my cold skin and shines in mine heart:

It charms like a sunset that is fresh 'n young

And spans the sky with its colors like art.

Thy skin is the color of milk chocolate

And yet, I would melt in thy sweet embrace

I long to taste the sweetness of your lips

And my cheek brush the smoothness of your face.

But, I fear that thou art to far from me

To far to ever dream of reaching thee.

How Did This Affect You?

I Loved It, Write More!
It Was Ok/Good, But I Would Make Some Changes. (What and Why?)
It Was Horrible, Please Destroy This Crap!
Yeah, Whatever, I Guess, Ummmmmmmm Sure?
What's A Sonnet?

2007-06-10 22:52:30 · 12 answers · asked by ebonisha_fool 1

title- self destruction

I'm going to turn and walk away now..
It's not an easy thing for me to do
I'm sorry that it hurts you..
But please understand this hurts me too

I'm going to walk out of your life now..
I want you to know I won't be back
I tried so hard to be all I could for you..
but somehow something threw me off track

I'm going to walk out that door now...
I see the tears well up in your eyes
But you haven't moved to stop me...
Why haven't you even tried?

I'm going to close this door now...
I didn't think I'd get this far
It's tearing me up inside...
But, it's me, breaking my own heart!

2007-06-10 22:35:07 · 9 answers · asked by Minty 2

Crying, Drying, groaning under the weight of love.
Trying so hard to get out of this never ending loop.

Never again. No.
I'll never fall for this again.

But then again..
What chances do I have?
What full proof guarantee?
Once I'm free....
(Will I ever be?)
That I won't lose it again
That, I won't fall in love again
With YOU.

But no matter how much,
I hate this cycle,
No matter how I wish to start anew.
No matter how much I wish I could hate you.
I love you. Still.
Forevermore!

2007-06-10 22:09:12 · 26 answers · asked by ? 2

what are the meanings of these poems

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gift/

and

http://www.angelfire.com/mi/patter/fifteen.html

2007-06-10 19:53:38 · 1 answers · asked by Chunkychocolate 1

i can't quite understand what the emotion is?

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

by emily dickinson

2007-06-10 14:39:32 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-06-10 13:57:26 · 8 answers · asked by Liza. 2

Altar boy


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

An altar boy I was one time.
my grandparents so proud,
Roman catholics, both of them,
the preisthood, surely I'd be called.

But in the darkness of the church,
evil lurks, with no escape.
Don't you talk to anyone,
not even to your parents, not even to God.

I knew it wrong, I was ashamed,
I tried to tell my parents.
I got not help, no sympathy,
just punished, for my penance.

My lifes been hard, I carry this
every place I've tried to go.
I speak these words, not with malice,
But to get it off my chest.

If it can happen to a boy like me,
It can happen to the rest.
Retribution will not cure me,
letting this agony go just might.


I, like many hundred if not thousands were abused, molested and raped by priests in the 60s. I've never ever publicly stated this, let this be my testimony and confession

2007-06-10 09:31:39 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wept and tempers shattered
And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
Over my plastic food, I came
To claim my bags from Baggage Claim

Around, the carousel went around
The anxious travelers sought and found
Their bags, intact or gently battered,
But to my foolish eyes what mattered
Was a brave suitcase, red and small,
That circled round, not mine at all.

I knew that bag. It must be hers.
We hadnt met in seven years!
And as the metal plates squealed and clattered
My happy memories chimed and chattered.
An old man pulled it off the Claim.
My bags appeared: I did the same.

2007-06-10 02:20:49 · 3 answers · asked by kitty91 2

A random add will take you to the floor,
a man stands towards the door.
You drop down,
without a frown.
everyone sees you there.
They just walk on by without a cry.
One day you will see a random add,
will make you happy.

2007-06-09 19:36:28 · 14 answers · asked by Katja ie tattybow 1

A Baby's Cry

Who are you to judge if I should live or die?
You snuff out my feeble cry
You say at conception I'm not alive
You say your body is your own
mine will never be known
I'll tell you who I am so you will know
if I would have been allowed to live and grow
You would have loved me also
The first flicker of life my soul was given to me
by God not thee
You can cause the flesh to grow
God gave me the best you know
I would have been the best person you would know
My smile would have been so bright
and eager to see watching you smile back at me
My arms would have hugged you with so much love
the feeling would have made you thank God above
I would have run as fast as I could
into your arms wherever you stood
I would have been a bundle of joy
a girl or a boy
Now you will never know me
You will never know the person I was to be
For you chose to end my life so selfishly

2007-06-09 16:28:17 · 3 answers · asked by Magical 4

Alone i sit in the darkness of the night;
In solitude and alone.
My eyes gaze skyward looking for something;
Something my heart can only feel.
Depth, like the oceans mighty breast enveloping me;
emptiness, weightlessness, crushing, pitiful thoughts made to hear but remain unspoken.
Can you hear me, do you care? An agonizing mental scream does say.
Do you feel me, do you see me? how am i to survive?
Love, is it real? to feel the emotion like a knife bending my soul.
Faith, is it real? like an anvil of unbending steel slick and untouchable, a phantom in the night.
To my knees i fall, answer come unbidden;
Alone i watch the dawn sweet light flow back into the velvety darkness;
To erase the loneliness and cast away the doubt of heart alone in the night.

2007-06-09 16:03:40 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous