Poetry

I am studying his poetry and since he is a Romantic (looking at nature for imagination and beauty), how does Ozymandias fit into a Romantic poem when there is practically no trace of nature found in the thing.

Maybe I need to go further back...
what are characteristics of Romantic Poetry??

2007-05-28 02:31:15 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

How did Annabella (a top contributer in Poetry) know who wrote the poem Hearts Lie Here?!?!?!?!?

2007-05-28 01:14:46 · 5 answers · asked by SingingImp 6

http://nowmyopinionmatters.blogspot.com/2007/05/angel-poem.html
it's a poem I think, or atleast it started out to be, just not sure what kind

2007-05-27 17:38:23 · 2 answers · asked by thelogikos 2

2007-05-27 17:08:26 · 1 answers · asked by tamtam 1

so just published another poem on my blog, lemme know what you think http://nowmyopinionmatters.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-god-poem-for-christian.html

2007-05-27 17:04:12 · 2 answers · asked by thelogikos 2

I have 3 new neighbors in my building. There is one couple who has a cat, another couple who just had a baby (and are also the new on site managers), and the third one so far looks like a single male living solo. I'm looking for something to write on a card to welcome them to their new living spaces. I don't want to write the same thing to everyone, I would like to individualize each one with the tiny bit of info. I have. Any talented and creative poets out there willing to share any ideas with me? I'll be more than happy to credit you with your work.

2007-05-27 12:04:13 · 2 answers · asked by babycattos 4

Remove Your Strangling Shoes

Remove your strangling shoes
Strike an end to the corny blues
And alight on the watery grass
That soaks away everything false
And gives you the spongy calm
With its starchy balm

Remove your conventional gloves
Concealing treasure- the bags of thugs
Slip you hands into the vacuum of the air
And let go the reigns of dead care
Alight on the wild reign less horse
And spring in to feel life’s source

Set aside your choking necklace
The diamond menace
That filters out the light of the day
Sends it down to the darkest cave
Where it was born-
The black disguised devil’s song

Feel the squashed grass underneath
That bleeds to make you breathe
Look at the white air around you
That gets pierced to make you pass through
And the diamond necklace you wear
Uproots the grass and chokes the air
All your cruel, unfeeling vanity fare

2007-05-27 06:37:01 · 3 answers · asked by sunrise 2

Walking by her older goober-of-a-brother Nick’s room, she noticed that as he was sleeping soundly, he was covered in fleas. “Eww” Maggie said to herself walking away......what happens next?

2007-05-27 05:03:00 · 3 answers · asked by Socastee_Angel 2

I awoke from sleep last night
And saw shimmering in my bed
A firefly, a beautiful firefly
This is what he said
Come follow me Oh Human
Come journey in the nightland
This is what I did
Please don't ask my why
I took my hand and squashed that bug
And then went back to dreamland.

2007-05-27 01:08:17 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I have to analyze these two poems and I'm having trouble with the tones. If you can give me any other information that might help me analyze them, I would be very grateful. Thanks for your help.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if/
http://www.unsolvedmysteries.com/usm385250.html

2007-05-26 19:33:55 · 3 answers · asked by evie ♥'s her Dodgers 5

sorry for the caps... its just hard to come by answers for me.. idk why... and thanks for answering.
what do you think of this poem??

No title yet.

Rummaging through her things,
contemplating on what to take,
and what to leave behind.
A gun shot sounds through the black night,
such a loud, piercing sound.
Just the right thing to make her crack.
Falls hard onto the floor,
scooting herself into the corner,
the only source of peace.
Cradling her head in her knees,
her body starts to shake.
Quivering uncontrollably,
a water substance leaks,
from her mystic gray-blue eyes,
bathing her cheeks in tears.

Pushing her dark, course hair away,
she begins to search for it.
Almost becoming desperate,
finally, she finds it.
She feels the sharp edges over,
she found her own blade.
Setting it to her dry throat,
taking in her last breath,
and within a quick jerk of her arm,
she falls dead to the floor.

Corpse left to be only found,
to let her father know,
that he was just way too late,
that he should never had left,
that he should have been responsible,
that he should have just loved her.

2007-05-26 15:34:01 · 12 answers · asked by ? 3

Don't look into,
Homeless eyes.
Because,
You know their lives,
Are one big mess.

Don't look into,
Homeless eyes.
Don't look into,
Madness,
Despair,
And anxiety.

Don't look into,
Homeless eyes.
You'll only see,
The pain,
And agony,
They face,
Everyday.
Stay away,
From,
Homeless eyes.

Pushing their,
Shopping cart lives,
To the sidewalk's edge.
Hear them mumble.
Hear them mutter.
Endless paths of concrete.
Where they step off the ledge,
An' tumble into the gutter.

Don't look into,
Homeless eyes.
Don't see them suffer.
Don't hear their cries.
Don't feel their pain.
Don't touch their lives.
Don't know their existence.
Don't care when one of 'em dies.
Don't share your blessings.

Don't look into,
Homeless eyes.
Because,
You just might see,
A part of you there.
Just might be,
Something you share,
With Homeless eyes.

Copyright © 1993 by Alexander McDonald
All rights reserved.
www.avatar-ink.com

2007-05-26 13:22:54 · 3 answers · asked by Livia 2

and don't worry, i'm not fishing for compliments. It's just, i wrote this poem, and i really don't like it. It's one of my worst, i've had much better. But, i figured that since i post all my other work, and since everything someone writes isn't always gonna be great, i'm gonna post this sucky poem. So here it is: (no title)

Tears streaming down my face,
only tear-staining my pale cheeks.
Tears match the pouring rain,
that lives just beyond my window.
Staring through the clear glass,
contemplating if he'll return,
but I strongly doubt it.
That vivid memory does nothing,
but play in my weak mind,
over and over again.

Shiny keys in his hands,
shouts being lashed out at my mom,
beseeching him to stay,
as her uncontrollable tears run.
But he can't take her sobs,
his hand lashes out once more,
knocking her to the floor.
This saddening video,
is the one that haunts me.
It took place on a rainy day,
just like this one.
So maybe, he'll really return.

(also, PLEASE answer my other question that’s, “Does this poem make you think?” or something close to that…just click on my avatar… plz.. thank you!)

2007-05-26 12:13:53 · 4 answers · asked by ? 3

He missed her a lot,
And he loved her, too.
He missed her too much to watch his actions lately.
Most nights,
He cried himself to sleep,
Thinking of all the memories of him and her.
Before, he was the happiest guy in the world.
He couldn't be happier.
He didn't need anything more than his wife and his daughter.
Now,
All he has is a daughter, a shattered heart, and shattered memories.
Things aren't the same any more.
Everything is in black and white,
Instead of color,
Like it used to be.
He didn't mind the fighting with her father.
As long as he had her,
He was the happiest person alive.
Now the fighting had stop.
He'd rather fight and have bruises and have her
Than no fighting and no bruises and not have her at all.
She was literally his life.
The only reason he's living now is because of his daughter.
His daughter is the closet thing to her than anything else
And if he lost his daughter, too, he would take his life.
He would sacrifice his life,
Even though he might go to Hell
And not see his wife and his daughter in Heaven.
He did not want to live his life without any trace of her.
His wife and his daughter are basically all he had.
After him and her had ran away,
Every one of his friend betrayed him
And didn't want to talk to him after he came back.
Her and his daughter were the only people that loved him,
Threw the bad times and the good times,
And he would never forget that.

2007-05-26 10:43:14 · 5 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

Listen to my poem about feelings
vapid pink potatoe peelings
sophist scraps that leave my wretch id cold, afraid
watch in wincing facination
writhing naked worms of angst parade

2007-05-26 10:00:15 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

staring out in the dark
afraid of whats to come
awoken by the fears of tomorrow
and the harsh realities of today
still a glimpse of hope every now and again
every time i look in your eyes
but it never lasts long
every kiss ends
every date has a curfew
and every time i look in your eyes
i need to look away at some point
hope never lasts forever
if you have to hope for hope too
if you are never sure it is listening
if you are never sure if hope wants to be here
if you aren't sure if hope cares
if you don't know if hope even wants to be your glimpse of hope
hope never lasts if you need to hope for hope
and hope isn't willing to hope for you

2007-05-26 07:06:43 · 13 answers · asked by iANNA! 5

I know it seems a little soon to be posting again and at this point I probably seem like I have no life but I thought I would just throw this out there

Many clouds I have seen, whisper softly like dream. Clouds go foreword, never back. Clouds turn grey, clouds turn black. Clouds pour rain, all they hold; tearing through my very soul. Clouds change back, clouds can mend. Clouds will always return again

again (if not kind at least constructive)

2007-05-26 05:33:11 · 5 answers · asked by NoOnE 2

What does lyrical poem mean?

Also could you tell me what exactly an ode is and writing tips for that kind of poetry...

Thanks!

2007-05-26 05:07:35 · 5 answers · asked by Crazyfred02 1

"Love"

"Love" just seems a word so dry
My passion needs a stronger cry
At least my love for you, my dear,
Is too great for ‘love’ to bear.

Give it a name and I’ll deny:
A word would still my love decry
‘Cause what I feel for you, my dear,
Is felt; and not for all to hear!

2007-05-26 05:02:40 · 4 answers · asked by Arya 2

2007-05-26 04:56:12 · 4 answers · asked by smiley248 1

Loneliness is so hard to take
My eyes keep on shining
My smile is so fake

Friends that call are none
To be alone
Is to be only one

No where to go
Nothing to do
To be alone is to be without you

The statement is made
The question is why
To be without you
Makes me want to cry

Without you, my life is not complete
Peace at last
I'll close my eyes and go to sleep

2007-05-26 02:32:11 · 7 answers · asked by flawless1212 3

No title yet... but just please let me know what you think of it. It's for this summer school thing that starts in a couple of days. I just want to know if you think its good enough... in that case i'll list my age (which i'm trying not to do... but whatever) i'm 14
here it is:

Throwing wood into a fire,
only making it grow.
Flames turning everything into ash,
ash as black as midnight.
Wind's breeze carries the ash gently,
blowing it some place new,
somewhere so intimidating.
Ash sitting by new fire,
can do nothign but cause damage.
New fire comes so near,
swallowing the ash into it's flames.
The ash falls into hell,
but that is not what frightens me,
it's the scary fact that,
the ash appears to be me.
*******************************

ok... so what do you think? Does it make any sense at all? what do you understand from this poem?

2007-05-26 02:15:22 · 9 answers · asked by ? 3

I really don't know how to write a narrative... I kind of just winged it.... and add some info on how to write a "proper narrative"!

The night was cold and motionless
As I waited for him
His words echo in my mind
"12 midnight, my love"
So I wait
With frozen hands and feet
Hoping to see his face this last time
For the enemy soldiers are close
I feel their presence
Running
Never turning back
The trees give no path
Scratched by a branch
I bleed yet I do not feel
Was I to be lost
So he might live
I was betrayed
His love was false
Never again
Running through the wood
I was the fool
Lost and nieve

2007-05-25 12:03:27 · 2 answers · asked by faista 2

I like Langston Hughes
and the poem
" The ***** Speaks Of Rivers"

2007-05-25 11:37:44 · 14 answers · asked by Inahzi13 5

I would like to have my poems copyrighted, and I am also interested in having them published. I am only interested in options that let me hold the copyright and royalties.

2007-05-25 08:33:47 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Whispers


They swing along the dancing water
Envelopped in its frothy gown
The endless whispers float and splatter
Reverse and forward, up and down

Same changing rythms never ending.
Curved spirals stretching for the shore
Stroke up the thirsty sand awaiting
For the soaked ground to unseal its core

Between the shore and restless ocean
The unceasing run to break apart
To feel the sand in standing motion
For one glimpse throbbing of the heart

Under the moonlight's gloomy painting
In endless flowing with the tide
The waves stroke up the sand awaiting.
When will the whisper die inside?

2007-05-25 00:10:44 · 11 answers · asked by Adina 1

Stand Up

When you feel you’ve been knocked down
Stand up and put your feet on the ground
Look your disaster in the eye
You know you wanted this
Or you wouldn’t have tried
It’s giving up that’ll win
If you sit back down, again

Stand up and do the hardest
Thing you ever had to do
Stand up and look yourself in the mirror
And know that it’s worth it
If it means being true to you

If it’s a dream you always had
Stand up and realize
The good is worth the bad
There is always going to be
Hard times ahead
Make it worth it by standing up instead

Stand up and do the hardest
Thing you ever had to do
Stand up and look yourself in the mirror
And know that it’s worth it
If it means being true to you

Victoria Doll July 5, 2006

2007-05-24 16:46:31 · 9 answers · asked by maev 3

Our Mommy Tiger

Our mom is looks beautiful and sleek,
but she is actually quite powerful,
and certainly not weak.
Laying in the grass,
for an afternoon snooze,
All of a sudden, up and about,
there's a bug on her back, and on for a cruise.
There's a lion in site!
Run! Run! Run!
Us cubs are hiding, well, in fright...
The danger's gone by.
Wait! Something looks as big as a couch...
Our mom has scented something.
We're all down in a crouch.
You can see a really big thing,
and our mom crouches forward,
and she springs on a prey!
It was an antelope, and it was yummy!
We eat a lot, in a whole day,
and a hour later,
we go for a swim.
We get splashed and soaked all over!
Later on, we jump on a low tree limb,
and then we go out exploring!
Evening has come,
so it's time for one last meal.
We prowl after a deer, and then we pounce,
without even a squeal.
Now we're exhausted and tired,
after a long day's play.
We walk back home,
onto our beds to fall away,
into welcoming dreams...
That we'll be

2007-05-24 15:09:23 · 5 answers · asked by xx 3

I wrote this poem. I want comments!

2007-05-24 14:36:05 · 8 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

I snuck into the house at six
Just 14 you know the type
Smarter than I thought I was
Dumber than a bunch of sticks

Been out all nite drinkin beer
Egged on by friends who really wearn't
Lookin for a beatin for sure
The lights came on, I stopped like a deer

My dad who knew i was too drunk
said go to bed we'll talk at lunch
I stumbled like a sailor bum
My breath so bad i knew it stunk

When finally we had our talk
My dad not mad, laughed a bunch
He said that he had done the same
If I did it again, Id eat a punch

2007-05-24 14:28:53 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous