Poetry

2007-12-13 14:19:41 · 7 answers · asked by gary m 1

Shall we enter the end unabashed?
Shall we connect to the affronted?
Shall we twist and moan and find the indifference?
Grate me down to finer sovereignty;
No one is a hero for just one day.


Good night peeps. And if you don't understand any of this. That's a good sign.

2007-12-13 13:49:43 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Osmosis

"I didn't "become" what I am by choice;
but through my muse and "her" insistent voice."

2007-12-13 12:59:55 · 1 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

Honest opinions please?
I've had people think I was depressed when they read this. I am not. This poem is about what I think could happen if we dont change our destructive ways, and soon
so please tell me what you think, if its not any good just say so! :D

The wheat has stopped waving
The air has grown thin
The waves of the ocean
Have stopped crashing in
The grass has grown dry
The Earth become cracked
The mountains are crumbling
No longer mighty or high

The trees have been broken
Their leaves turning in
The oceans are rising
The ice growing thin
The snow has all melted
The stars will not shine

We sat on our knees
Cryin’ please, oh please, oh please
What was done is now done
It cannot be changed
We never found love
We never lost hate
We never listened
To those who spoke out
And now here we sit
As the suns giving out

2007-12-13 12:28:42 · 6 answers · asked by shouting is better 3

what is the poem "To the Memory of Mr. Oldham" about. It is by JOhn Dryden.

Any info on teh poem and if possible anyt info on neo classical poems in general would be very appritiated.

2007-12-13 12:16:49 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

From the thorns, I rise,
to find simple peace.
All hopes and dreams within my reach,
Amaranta in my mind.

No tear-blotted pages,
no anger, no hate.
There is a future,
Amaranta in my heart.

Your scent surrounds me,
you whisper in my ear...
The sun and the rain, the wind and the wing,
All witness to Amaranta.

Amaranta in my soul.

They are calling...
Back to the bracken I fall...

2007-12-13 12:12:32 · 1 answers · asked by Rarbizu!! 1

Please, hold my hand,
and save me from the fall.
Tell me I'm worth it,
please, tell me I'm worth it all.

I'm sorry I try too hard,
I'm sorry that I care.
I'm sorry I listened to the lies,
I'm sorry that they're there.

I'm sorry that I love you,
too much or not enough?
I'm sorry that I'm only
a bit of useless fluff.

I'm sorry that I tried,
I'm sorry I believed you.
I'm sorry I'm human,
I wish you were too.

I'm sorry I'm imperfect,
I knew it all along,
I only had to wait,
'till you could hear the song.

Tell me when it's over,
tell me when we're through.
Tell me when I've pushed too hard,
tell me when I kill you.

2007-12-13 12:09:56 · 2 answers · asked by Rarbizu!! 1

My friend's birthday is a week before Christmas and in her bard I always write a poem that start with "Twas the week before Christmas and...."

I can't think of ANYTHING! I am completely stuck....could you lend me some help PLEASE?

Thankz and Happy Holidays!

2007-12-13 12:02:21 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

i will give you an example
===============================================my surroundings are strong
but say to me i dont be long
so i live in a song
and most of the time am wrong
but explain things in word
like the ones i heard
would be a little long
so i try to make it a song
but now as i try
my first question i made lie
so confuse you it may
to bad you didint hear what i say

2007-12-13 12:01:37 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

What is the reason for writing metrical poetry and why must you practice it in order to become a proficient poet?

2007-12-13 11:57:19 · 3 answers · asked by wound_up_orange 1

it's supposed to be in the style of edgar allan poe, but i can't come up with anything!


someone please help.
((:

2007-12-13 11:57:04 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Basically I have no time.
and I don't know what to do or how to do this.
I need any published poem with a essay on explication.
explication is NOT anlysis but it is look at the sructure and style of the poem and what it tells you.
Pointless! Where i am ever going to use this again! don't answer that lol.

but i have a math test ap psychology test ap chemistry test and latin test tommorow.

so i don't how i can manage!

some help? any poem!
i would greatly appreciate it. =]

2007-12-13 11:56:52 · 2 answers · asked by .... 2

roman time
roman tik
word ryme
word stik

2007-12-13 10:49:17 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

This year I wish that you may fly
Like the eagle who dominates the sky,
And through the swiftly passing days
May you soar with joy a hundred ways.

If at times you feel your wings grow weak,
And distant seems your chosen peak,
And stubborn storms assail you still,
May they never overcome your will.

In short, my fervent wish for you
Is a year in which your dreams come true.

2007-12-13 10:41:37 · 7 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

I was the one
Who always sat alone

I was the one
Who didn't have a home

I was the one
That was never around

I was the one
Who lay bleeding on the ground

I was the one
That cried in the stall


I was the one
Who wrote on the wall


I was the one
That needed a friend

I was the one
Whos life I would end

I was the one
Who inside was dead

I was the one
Whose heart always bled

I was the one
That needed you


I was the one
The only one, that ever knew

I was the one
But no longer am
For I have taken my life
With my own hands.

2007-12-13 10:39:49 · 2 answers · asked by Emily B 2

There are 2 poems here, give thoughts;

One, Two, Three, the turkey’s after me
Four, Five, Six, I really want drumsticks
Seven, Eight, Nine, I eat them every time
Nine, eight, seven, chocolate pie is heaven
Six, five, four, I really want some more
Three, two, one, man Christmas sure is fun

Christmas time is here again
And with it comes my biggest sin
Chocolate pies and chocolate cake
And other chocolate things to bake
And chocolate moose, brownies pudding
Line them up and hear me sing
Forgiveness for my deep indulgence
Chocolate things are making no-sense
Because of all the pounds they add
But without, holidays are sad
If we’re thankful it’s not so bad
So don’t be shy and come on in
And after we’ll wish to be thin again

2007-12-13 10:26:24 · 3 answers · asked by Rouxe *(Rue)* 4

there once was a bear

who had lots of hairs

he sat on my bed

and me and him read

night time scares

2007-12-13 10:23:38 · 29 answers · asked by Anonymous

Cranked this one out a moment ago...

To Make the Snow Angel

To make the snow angel
First come to joyfully inhabit
A world that is fresh and new as new snow.
Love the smooth swish of your synthetic snowsuit.
You artist! Allow the tracks to the site. Just bubbles to a thought balloon,
The drawn dashes of paper's airborne motion.
Forget the possibility of judging watchers. Lay
yourself into crystallized cloud
- proud head too -
and make the motions of flying.

You remember.

2007-12-13 10:15:09 · 4 answers · asked by ? 5

THE JOURNEY.

Clusters of clouds came by,
Leaving us each with a mark,
Shaking our world,
Weakening our senses.

Devils in disguise,
That’s what they are,
Poisoning my mind,
Torturing your heart.

Angel is what you are,
Hidden from my gaze,
As loyal as the moon,
As salient as the sun.

The rain is so merciless,
We swam to the shore,
Away from darkness,
Away from madness.

Shipwrecks left us ashore,
There we learnt many,
Of how to survive,
Of how to revive.

The journey is enriching.
Awakens my sleeping self,
Awakens me in agony,
Of an eventful journey…

2007-12-13 10:05:23 · 7 answers · asked by Dark Dickinsonian 4

2007-12-13 09:45:23 · 1 answers · asked by Nicholas 1

Hi, it's me (ha ha) again. Yes, I did write this myself... don't steal it. And please don't attack me- I'm fine with construsctive, negative criticism, not insults.

C’est la Vie


The land, sharp white-brown
fades to green
and tentative twigs test the air
murmuring; is it ready for leaves?
Are we ready for spring?

A sprout, newly born
ducks its head under a cap seed
first heartbeats humming
gleaming with dew
searching for the sun amongst the weeds.

Earth spins, sprouts grow
spinning themselves a sweater, bark, waiting
waiting ‘til they can fight free of the undergrowth
when their first swirling gust of weather
shivers down their spine
enticing those forever tethered.

Straight-proud, taller always
branches climbing rungs, a tree
still stretching, singing skywards
so close
to the sun
yet a stars-length out of reach.

And finally, and finally
an apple ‘pon the tree
spun in stoplight shades
filled with hopes and dreams…

Come autumn apples leap
floating gently with the leaves
trees waving worried good-byes-
their darlings flown away.
And plop!
one drops
bobbing in the river
all and any life before it
unknown
exciting
free
and ah
c’est la vie

an apple tree.

2007-12-13 09:30:23 · 4 answers · asked by Me 3

Click, Clack

Click, clack,
as the night nears black
No need for one when guilt is your gun
I’m not insane,
though the ones I’ve slain
still choose to haunt and I haven’t forgot
a single face
and I can’t erase
the terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots.
All are proud
when victims are found
but is it beauty in the eyes of the beholder when he lies?
Your tears are my own,
the ones not shown,
screaming inside, but to whom can I confide?
But suddenly it’s soon,
as we both knew,
when all you can hear whispering in your ear
is
Click, clack,
as the night turns black.

2007-12-13 09:27:15 · 5 answers · asked by Viva La Alexander! 2

dancing with the devil

I've made love to sweet Lilith fair,
And danced to a zombies trance.
Run my fingers through Lucifers hair,
And broken his deadly advance.

I'm still alive, yet somehow I am dead,
Awake, yet completely I'm sound asleep.
I scream for help, but feel nothing but dread,
Now begnning to whimper and weep.

The hotter the fire, the greater the lust,
I break away and think that I am free.
But slowly I am turrning to dust,
The payment on which we agreed.

The quiet is shattered by my sceam
I gasp for air and clutch at my throat.
No this is no some childish dream,
Satan stands with that terrible note.

He looks at me as if I'm a chiild,
And laughs as I try to bargain.
I've been put away locked and filed,
I'm now just part of his garden.

2007-12-13 09:20:35 · 8 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

"The real treasures are not in luxurious mansions, they can be found in ruined places."

I want to use it in an essay but it needs to be well phrased first

2007-12-13 08:45:50 · 4 answers · asked by Curious Star 2

I am doing a survey, i do not care if your answer is long but explain yourself "why'' please!!!

2007-12-13 08:35:13 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-13 07:34:59 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-13 06:54:40 · 3 answers · asked by Angel R 1

in the poem The Raven, what is the raven symbolic of?

2007-12-13 06:31:51 · 2 answers · asked by JoAnna 2

Poor Fellows

What it takes on this planet,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets,
everyone interferes with your loving.
They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
who after much milling about,
all sorts of compunctions,
do something unique,
they both lie with each other in one bed.
I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
till a man and his girl
have to raise their climax,
full tilt,
on a bicycle.

2007-12-13 05:44:06 · 12 answers · asked by ? 4

summary

2007-12-13 05:29:39 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous