Poetry

It's for a project, and I need to know a poem (maybe professionally written) that is similar in theme to e. e. cummings' a man who had fallen among thieves. thanks!

2007-12-16 13:02:51 · 3 answers · asked by Mbowl 1

I am buying a photo album for my grandma for Christmas and there's a plate on it that you can have a message engraved on. But I can't really think of what to have put on it. I was thinking her name and then some little message below it. It can hold 6 lines of text. Anyone have any ideas? Sarcastic-free please.

2007-12-16 11:38:27 · 2 answers · asked by Kell 2

2007-12-16 10:37:10 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Blistering light bounces off of me
Darkness seeps through every corner

Suffucating in dust
I turn to the mirror

The cracks spiltting
splitting me

The decor stained, and pealing
Pealing tears from my eyes

I turn away
Away from the ghost of me

2007-12-16 10:35:43 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

i need to write a 5 paragraph essay on comparing and contrasting the two, any help would be wonderful

2007-12-16 10:22:01 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough,

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour.
Thas orbiting at ninety miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day,
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;

2007-12-16 09:52:39 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

My sis has been assigned to read any poem by any poet in class and she is searching for one. she really wants one that will inspire or motivate the students or something that is based on sprituality or life. if u find a poem that u find highly motivational in ur life..cud u post it here. im jus trying to help my sis..!!
oh yeah
Seasons greetings to everyone
Please HELP

2007-12-16 09:19:17 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

LAST MEMORY by arquette


if i died tonight

would they notice

if i died tonight

would they care

if i died tonight

they'de never take me for granted

but then...

it would be too late



if i fell down that shaft

to the vast darkness

that surrounds me

would it hurt

if i slit that blade

to draw the blood

would it hurt

if this was all an accident

would it still hurt



so i ask you now...

would you still take me for granted

if you knew all this could happen to me

would you cry

if it did

would you care

would you remember

how you treated me

would you know

if it was all your fault....

or try to forget

the truth

2007-12-16 09:11:36 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Can someone please send me a poem that is also a song. It can be about pretty much anything, but no bad language, this is for school. Thanks is advance!

2007-12-16 08:31:07 · 3 answers · asked by El.. 4

Winter's Maid


Maids of Spring, Summer, Fall...
Sleeping, tucked cozy under bowers.
Dreaming, waiting awakening.
The fourth sister, Winter's Maid

Treads on barefeet, daintily, laughing.
Ah, she is a pretty thing, palest of hair,
Skin...tinsel-colored eyes...
A touch...last color from leaves, fades,

Trunks greyer, air chillier, grasses brown.
Squirrels flick tails in warning. She smiles.
With one foot, she tosses leaves aside, a bare
Patch of ground. What's this? Looking around,

She takes things from her robe's pockets...
Sprinkles them on the ground. Covers
These with leaves. Laughs...knows
Her sister, Spring's Maid, always thought

It was she...never
Winter's Maid.

Elysabeth Faslund....poemhunter.com

2007-12-16 08:21:07 · 17 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

I love the Petrarchian sonnet, which goes a-b-b-a; a-b-b-a; c-d-e-d; c-e. I know it's old fashioned, but I love this form. It was used by Milton, Wordsworth (I'm not crazy about his subject matter) and E.B. Browning. I wrote a few of them in French, because that language lends itself easily to rhyme.

2007-12-16 07:41:02 · 5 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

Is this poem written in ballad stanzas? it starts like ,"There lived a man in fair westmorland, Johnny Armstrong men did him call"

2007-12-16 07:20:09 · 2 answers · asked by Nicholas 1

*****

When I was wee,
Me mum, she had typing speed…
And the bedtime stories she would read
Were fairies and goblins
That she believed
Would make us rich and famous
Beyond our dreams

Rejection came quite hard at first
She just could not believe
That her stories of great tenderness
Had not been well received

“Who the hell are you?” she thought,
Just moneymen and thieves
“I bleed each time I read of this,
That you think I’m no good!”

Now, me mum
She’s 85…and laughs about
The times she cried
Her children love
Their bed time stories
Of timeless hope
And freedom’s glory…

*****

2007-12-16 04:12:43 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-16 04:03:53 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am obviously not a poet but I challenge you to compose your own ode to your bug nemesis. This is mine:



roaches used to scare me
their fat bulbous bodies
yes, fat ones, larger than a spider
wider than your thumb
until i killed one
and then another
then it became fun
to step on them slowly
hear that wonderful splat,
even go in search of them
and watch the neighboring ants
come out for a great feast
I was doing the ants a favor
and grateful creatures that they are
they cleaned up the mess
well, most of the mess,
but they didn't have a taste for the legs
I left that to the wind
and time
but now i'm out of practice
Haven't seen the creatures in a while
And if they ventured
over my kitchen tile
I'de yell "Mommy!" and run a mile.

2007-12-16 03:36:51 · 11 answers · asked by maya 3

2007-12-16 02:45:40 · 6 answers · asked by Ha'ole Boy! 2

okay i have to use 8-12 words from Brave New World that reflect the themes and tone of the book and i have to put them in a poem PLEASE HELP!!!!! i was thinking of a few so far individual, stability, civilization... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP IF YOU HAVE READ THE BOOK!!!

2007-12-16 02:34:43 · 1 answers · asked by Brittany G 1

Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart.

--Phyllis McGinley

2007-12-16 01:27:51 · 3 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

This one is about how materialistic gain could end up destroying the culture it stands for.


Do You Care?

Why, havent you yet bought a tripod for your ipod?
I find that freakishly weird.
Havent you seen that new ad, brand new fad,
Youre behind the times don't you fear?

When the hippy was new what did you do?
Forget to cut your hair?
And seventies flairs who really cares,
Theyre in the past, aren't you there?

Did you forget to hear white phones in your ear,
Travoltas got no flair?
Dont talk, dont walk, just type and gawk,
At your neibours grisly bear.

Look down on him with a bigger grin,
Thats all you really care.
So hes the same and whos to blame?
Yes to be fair; I really couldnt care less.

2007-12-16 00:13:47 · 14 answers · asked by The Will 2 Defy 4

Hi, I just made this poem. Do you like it?

A smile,
A million tears.
A laugh,
A million fears.
The sea,
Is just like me.
A beauty ,
I shall see.

That is me.

2007-12-16 00:04:51 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

In what sense is poetry related to your life

2007-12-15 23:59:35 · 4 answers · asked by cutie c 1

How do you understand poetry?

2007-12-15 23:40:56 · 17 answers · asked by cathy d 1

Its about the things we take for granted in life.


To the God of Light

The lumious lamp simply hangs in the livingroom.
No one asks if it cares?
They switch its switch at will to fill,
And light spills out but never glares.

Fifty hertz of brilliant flicker it shares,
And no one seems to care?
Radiant beams fill each room with dreams
And shadows hide when it bares

Photons which bounce to trounce the darkness,
Its taken for granted our sun just shines.
We worship metaphors to kill the night,
We huddle around our moonlit shrines.

Ironic is our fire for its never a liar,
But do we really mind?
With sizzled pork sausages we feed the flames,
But when burnt we blame the blind!

We live in a world of increasing expectancy,
But the blind man knows whats light.
We'd scream amighty if it all just switched?
But wouldnt your God be right?

2007-12-15 23:31:07 · 11 answers · asked by The Will 2 Defy 4

A Place Away

November, and your loneliness
already quivers on poles;
a visual silence,
only feet away from the seasonal crowd.

You began a beach, I'm sure.
Plain,
with sand and (sail) and sky-
lovers along the boardwalk
children with their castles and dreams.
But vacation is no longer a private retreat,
but home away from home,
life away from life,
and so beach succumbs to beach.
The drifter had sung his boredome a road
and kept your name
only in rows
of planted palm
and dancing light.
Only the night could have made such changes.
But yours will always be the grandest view,
even behind these light bright walls,
these buoyant demands of youth.
And I have been guilty too,
drunk on sales and this luxury view.
I've made my appointment with this pillowed room,
This building, 6 stories high
pushing your shores away.

2007-12-15 23:29:24 · 4 answers · asked by Pleasantly Plain 1

2007-12-15 21:40:54 · 5 answers · asked by shashikant1953 2

What you about this poet?

2007-12-15 21:38:29 · 3 answers · asked by shashikant1953 2

me as me
a contrast between darkness and light
hidding in the warmth of night ,
yet looking farward to the light of day.
moody, but never shalow
kind but not everbering.
fun yet controled
a contrast, a fight
never a winning side
darkness is my escape,
light is my slvation

2007-12-15 20:00:30 · 11 answers · asked by gretch 2

On this poem,Im not really some poet or anything,but here it goes

Sometimes I knock
Sometimes I intrudge
At times I refuse to simply amuse
I consider myself confused
I fly so free and high
Your always left asking why?
Why do I say the words I speak
Why do I hurt yet help the weak
Everything I do is wrong
Every breath I take
I hesitate
Im falling deeper into my own fall
And your arms are never there
Your voice never calls
That stare is always fades away
You hear me call but you change your name
Im ready to debate
Just to simply reply
Yet I must wait
until someone opens the gate

2007-12-15 19:57:02 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

simmering and bright
a droplet of hope
a stream of faith
an overflow of happyness
this one thing can show
a tear

2007-12-15 19:56:02 · 2 answers · asked by gretch 2

I need help with a title and ending

untuched, unchanged
the purity still remains untainted.
then a crash and two brothers come falling,
the serenity lost, the medow, disterbed
the calm is replased by the jeers of awakened birds
and the chatter of sqiurls.
the brothers fight on though not paying,
when the two leve the clam returms
not the peace

Ay ideas how to finish it?

2007-12-15 18:57:30 · 3 answers · asked by gretch 2