Poetry

so, i wrote this poem a few minutes ago.......


Exactly, Pitch Black

the sky dissapears
the earth turns black
i cry
i hear the words,
of the dead
pass me by
as i lay
dying a horrible death
but not
feeling pain
but from what?
im not able to deceifer
where did the pain come from?
why does it have to be me?
what is truly wrong?
ho long?
time
so lonely
memories as far as you can see
just pitch black pain
holding you down
the sharpness...
needles....?
a single word
not to be spoken
seen of fear
and pain alike
just pitch black silence
holding you down
so loud it hurts
exactly....

2007-12-15 18:55:14 · 21 answers · asked by skye 1

I'm an iranian and I want to know your idea about Hafiz's poem.
Thanx!

2007-12-15 18:34:16 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

it was set to music and a very broad yorkshire accent

2007-12-15 18:28:42 · 3 answers · asked by pauline1255 1

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.


Can you guys help me with:
1.diction of this poem
2.imagery
3.symbols
4.figures of speech
5.syntax and structure
6.rhythm and meter
7.significance of the title
8.purpose and tone
Plz help urgent plz

2007-12-15 17:56:26 · 4 answers · asked by Nini 2

*****
The Tinkerer

“Pots and Pans! Pots and Pans!”
The tinker’s out front with his cart…
“Tea kettles mended! Fire place swept!”
Whatever needs done…he can,

“Clean up the yard, stitch a hem!”
He’s a crafty old geezer, is he,
“Solder or paste! Knobs replaced!”
Bring things broken to him,

“Garden weeded! Fix a screen!”
No riddle gets the better of him,
“Doors unlocked! Steps replaced!”
He’s got a good eye, a good bean.

*****

2007-12-15 17:40:55 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Oh what a great feast it will be,
I serve the traditional way,
Exactly at quarter to three,

Pate’ with a spread of green peas,
Some hot soup, or maybe sorbet,
Oh what a great feast it will be,

Then I’ll make fish, not too fishy,
A leek and red onion entrée,
Exactly at quarter to three,

Next comes beef from Kansas City,
Brisket smoking since yesterday,
Oh what a great feast it will be,

The baker bringing something sweet,
Cut flowers for center bouquet,
Exactly at a quarter to three,

Ready to blanch, fry, broil and heat,
Stir, add, blend, melt, mix and puree,
Oh what a great feast it will be,
Exactly at a quarter to three,

*****

2007-12-15 17:39:12 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Because Im me

2007-12-15 17:32:51 · 3 answers · asked by Kj 4

Midnight Thinker


It’s Twelve o’clock at night,
Wishing I could sleep.
I lay here, thinking of the day.
And while each day passes,
I long even more to hold you forever.


What do you think?

2007-12-15 17:10:45 · 12 answers · asked by Missouri Focus 2

How can you?

How can i make you feel the pain you handed me?
How can i make you see?
How can you ruthlessly cut the strings of life?
from this pitiful existence?
and then walked all over me without a glance?
Did you think i was numb, i do not know love?
nor could i bleed..not even an ounce?

How can I?
How can you?

you crushed my heart
you tore it apart!

2007-12-15 16:47:28 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I need some ideas for a middle school love poem. i might give it to my long-time crush for x-mas so please make it good.

2007-12-15 16:20:17 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Escalator ups and downs,
Each platform leads to another,
No sales floor, no exit door,
Just landing after landing after landing,

Elevator door ajar,
Stuck between two floors,
Stairwell locked, barred and blocked
Crimson rope line circles and circles,

Run against cascading steps,
Folding one into the other,
Out at the top, in at the bottom,
Leap entire flights, in flight, alight

Exhausted heap upon the floor,
I cannot climb up or down anymore,
I’ll wither and die, right here in isle five,
Fifth store, fifth floor, fifth door,

*****

2007-12-15 15:59:44 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

This girl was different
Nobody liked her
They tried to stay away
But no one could fight her

One day this girl
Fell in love
With a boy who seemed perfect
Like he was from up above
The boy and the girl
Never really meet
They just keep their distance
Who would commit such a feat?
Since this boy was a jock
And this girl was a nerd
But this boy had a soft spot
With this girl who was a nerd
If a jock and nerd went out
Which never really happens
News spreads fast
She would get it real fast
One day this girl took a risk
With this boy she never kissed
She asked him out
He said “No, why would we ever go out?”
This girl goes away
Cries in the bathroom
Alone by herself
With those stale, cold cashews
Alone again in her room
She made a big decision
And now the razor in her hand
Made a hole in her heart
Only just because
They were supposed to be apart
Next day at school
He went to her locker
Opened it closely
And found a note loosely
The note said and I quote
“I will love you forever and ever."

2007-12-15 15:48:15 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I can't remember what show I was watching, (I think it was a series on YTV (non-cartoon)), at one point, the class had to present their poems. This goth-looking girl read a poem about sympathy towards others. It was something to this effect:

When you hear of others whose friends have left them, you say "Poor Baby".. but when it happens to you, it's feels totally different because you feel the emotions.

2007-12-15 15:32:28 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Marooned in space is no place for a child
Alone, encapsulated, in stasis
Growing up in separate containers
Isolation, from problems left behind

Catapulted through the rings of Saturn
On journeys measuring eons, not miles
Free from the human contamination
Awakened in a place that’s sterilized

The new world’s artificial gravity
And air scrubbed of harmful impurities
Free from opinion, safe and silent lives
Happy now, without insecurities

*****

2007-12-15 15:31:16 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

...............Family


Ages, silvered ancient...trillobites...scrawled
Ocean mud. Forever-time. Fossils.
Mother. Why did you not call me? Towel-off
Sand?
Bathe salt from my skin? Cleanse me of
Time?

Waves, teasing mountains...Himalayas...
Scratching waters' nicknames.
Father. Answering my question, 'What do you
See out that window? ' with, 'Look, girl.'
Did you trust me to see? Did you trust my
Sight?

Tectonics, movers...moving...Pangea...
Lava...oceanic ridges...lava. Always.
Brother. Why did you not call me...your son
Died. Why does your heart shift? Now,
Do you feel the the Earth shifting?

Winds, soft, seducing, contesting waves
For words upon the stone...which will
Conquer?
Sister. I never had...answer me. Do I want
Your answers? Should I listen?
When have you become the' Mother'?

Are you the Mother...
My Sister?

Elysabeth...poemhunter.com

2007-12-15 14:42:38 · 14 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

*****
Shhhhhh

The warmth comes first,
Before the sun even lifts an eye…
I lie and look at your contours
Your golden hair
I watch you fill with each breath and sigh
The whispers inside
Make me wonder of the places you dream of
Am I with you
On your pillow
Or high in the clouds that surround you
Not to awake you…
I cannot resist, a touch

*****

2007-12-15 13:46:36 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Unsinkable

I thought I was onboard a proper boat
Captained by someone most competently
We sailed into the night, where icebergs float
Assured of friendly seas, and gentle breeze

What the hell has happened!
My feet are getting wet!
Captain! Oh Captain!
There may be a problem!

Don’t jump the ship you scurvy little rats
Women and children first, we must agree
The rescuers will surely see our flares
I thought I was onboard a proper boat

*****

2007-12-15 13:38:50 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
The Accountant’s Soul.

The bottom of the line is where I work,
Where the dollars meet the donuts, I hope,
My poetic verse, General Ledger,
Fiduciary trust, for your pleasure,

I hear the mournful cry of Ageing Lists,
The battle ground of defaulted credit,
Leaving behind a heart that wants to bleed,
And balance what I want, with what I need,

*****

2007-12-15 13:35:05 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am awful at poetry, and I need 5 poems to read, I will give all credit to you if you write it!!

2007-12-15 13:29:49 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-15 13:09:01 · 3 answers · asked by Nikki 2

..........If I Said


You got to live before you die...
You got to die before you live...
Would you only find these
Words in a song....

Or, does it hold true for you, my
Brethren, my Botherhood...
My Sisterhood...Poets all...
But, where must you draw a line,
If any...between the living, and,

The dying?
Must you...should you?
Must there always
Be the Line?

Elysabeth...poemhunter.com

2007-12-15 13:02:51 · 12 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

Or read one? Did you learn anything about writing poetry?

2007-12-15 11:13:15 · 13 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

Here I am on another wasted Saturday.
Looking at old pictures,
remembering old words and listening to old songs.
The feelings come back,
the years unfold like a book closing from the front
and there you are smiling
and there I am smiling.
We were perfect frozen in time.
I stand up because my back is stiff
I return to the attic
I stand submerged with my past below me;
and if you move too fast you will obscure it
but if you slow down and wait it becomes still
and you can see the reflection.
It’s beautiful and sad like a sonata,
four seasons playing over and over and over
always the same changes
yet you see yourself change
not in the same repetition
but in a kind of a spasmodic pattern
and the weather of our own lives
change our characteristics
the girls,
the boys,
the friends,
the weddings,
the honeymoons,
the struggles,
the deaths,
the sunny days,
the rainy days,
the days you hope would last forever
the days that you watched clocks waiting for the sun to set.
All contribute to one masterpiece,
to one construction,
to one complex work of art:

You.

2007-12-15 11:13:11 · 3 answers · asked by Jonny 2

It was about a guy who only thought about himself until one day he came across this little girls crying in the park and he asked her what was wrong and she looked up and spread her wings and told him "it was about time you thought about someone other than yourself"...does anyone know this story? ...

2007-12-15 10:29:13 · 2 answers · asked by JR 1

{a combined revision of sorts but, truly, I am not this self centered, promise :^}


Blessed Rai’


Darkness calls upon me
to every naughty thought
of crime, hate, mystery, murder
all of which I’m not

The deepest side of darkness
of which I’m quite fond of
Is that of earthly magic
healing sick and love

My hole deeper than others
buried beyond beliefs
No mortal can not ever
dig deep enough to me

I possess no powers and
never claimed to be
a higher source among you all
nor in society

Darkness is my best friend
no need to carry light
for I know many others wronged
yet, others see it right

Be pierced my hands at end
but, only by bullets way
100,000 years from now
most worldly folk will say

Blessed Rai’

2007-12-15 09:52:15 · 3 answers · asked by TrollHunter 3

{I want names people LOL, kidding}


Crush



Giggle, giggle
Squiggle, squiggle
Doodle, doodle
just the same
Write in balloon
and heart shaped too
Daydreaming as
I write your name
So light and airy
like a fairy
Geez, I feel
as if fourteen
T.L.F. and L.Y.A.
With hearts and arrows
on the page
Just simply dreamin’
Love the feelin’
and just maybe,
maybe, someday.......

2007-12-15 09:42:53 · 11 answers · asked by TrollHunter 3

I truly watch mine too closely :^(


(a revision from when a friend of mines child had a stalker)

A/S/L?


(age/sexual level)




SX_MSTR: A/S/L?
DAZEoVER: What's that mean?
SX_MSTR: Age Sex Location
DAZEoVER: Oh, I see
SX_MSTR: 31/M/San Diego
DAZEoVER: 37/F/Don't think so
SX_MSTR: Aww, c'mon babe
SX_MSTR: R U married or stray?
DAZEoVER: I'm married, r u?
DAZEoVER: He's not here today
SX_MSTR: Great then, we'll talk
SX_MSTR: Git ta know one another
DAZEoVER: Not sure, I got on
DAZEoVER: to hunt down my brother
SX_MSTR: Well, what r u wearing?
SX_MSTR: Are there people around?
DAZEoVER: I'm wearing clothes
DAZEoVER: R U some sort of clown?
SX_MSTR: Do u have a cam
SX_MSTR: I need to see u!
DAZEoVER: Ya, I don't use it
DAZEoVER: especially nude!
SX_MSTR: Aw, gimmie a peek
SX_MSTR: C'mon I won't tell
DAZEoVER: You sick motherf*r
DAZEoVER: Go burn in h*ll!

2007-12-15 09:39:10 · 7 answers · asked by TrollHunter 3

{this was written based on a child at my daughters school, all in haiku, that was tough *^_^*}

All But, Me?



It really gets me
all of the cruel kids at school
saying nasty things.

I have been provoked
and denied before Christmas
and not knowing why?


Separately they talk
to my ear in privacy
together, they're cruel.

They're not fooling me
I know who my real friends are
she is among them

I've shown no bother
and I know it's bugging them
one will step forward

I do not 'need' friends
but, they're sure are nice to have
I really miss them

School will be back in
and forgotten it will be
to them all but, me?

2007-12-15 09:39:05 · 10 answers · asked by TrollHunter 3

As I lay dying, My soul of black
Bleeding crimsoned blood of pain
Tearing my life apart, these meds
Pushing everyone away, my addiction
Screaming as the drugs take over
Feeling them, making the pain go
Nothing but happiness now remains
Looks of shame to me, yet I laugh
Whispers of disapproval seep into me
Why should I care, it's my life
This will lead to other things
They taunt me with it.
That empty pill bottle, with my name
As I feel no pain, I again cut
One, Two, Three, HAHAHAHAHAHA
It bleeds, darkness and then...
Comes the overwhelming sadness
Telling people not to love me
Begging them to leave
Screaming, Fits of rage enter me
Taking over my drugged state
Passing out again and again
To take more yet the next day
And now this last time...
A full bottle, I couldn't stop
Myself, laying here, paralyzed
Feeling my breathing coming rapid
My heart racing, then finally giving in
Fading into the blackness of death

2007-12-15 09:37:18 · 4 answers · asked by Steph! 3

Answering Questions...sonnet


Inspiration, without hesitation
Leads to ramblings of a curious sort.
Meter, rythme, and moods? Throw all of them out!
'I hurt' says nothing to readers about

Why you 'hurt'. Concrete images do that.
'He even gave my apartment key back.'
Then, revise that to five words. It's a start.
Readers will decide! Don't say 'broke my heart.'

Revise! Revise! Writing is a word game.
Write your first draft. Revise it all again.
To these 'bare bones' add a dash of meter.
Salt rythme, pepper mood...nothing is sweeter

Than a tight, polished poem! Of which you're proud!
Never forget...you're talking to a crowd.

Elysabeth...poemhunter

2007-12-15 09:25:06 · 13 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7