Poetry

*****
Beautiful poet
Stubborn child
Willfully independent
Ward of the State

Wondrous mind
In no way sober
Cold calculations
Battery operated

Clarity rare
Steaks medium
Artistic license
Subsidized mediocrity

*****

2007-12-30 13:29:02 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Synthetic reality
Assembly line mentality
Electronic opinion-bending machinery
Commonality

Cardboard frontier
Replica wishes sincere
Virtual self-made premier
Ordinarily

Simulated emotions
Cross the miniature oceans
Genuine bulk-mail devotions
Heartlessly

*****

2007-12-30 13:02:16 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

I have used quirky grammar and obvious repetition to convey the dream like quality

What do you think it means?

Click here for the story: http://meanderingtrevor.blogspot.com/2006/08/ramshackled-beach-shack-in-sun-man-on.html

2007-12-30 12:15:34 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Will you read it and comment?

Click here for the short piece of writing:

http://meanderingtrevor.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-love-kiddo.html

2007-12-30 11:56:12 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

She is the essence, of my life, although I breathe on my own.
She is my light, as I wander, even so long, still alone.
Spirit? Ghost? Most real of all creatures?
I FEEL, see and sense, each one of her features.
Through her and with her, I have grown and grow still.
Is it loving? Or loving as much, my free will?
***
She speaks to me, dreaming in the darkness of night
Her Visage, a countenance, defeating all fright,
then spreads herself over in some dawns early waking
A smile perhaps, kisses leaving me quaking.
There has been no other causing such pause
yet between us there is, no defined legal clause
***
I have heard her screams, inner most assails
as over my form felt her dragging her nails
down the length of my back, escaping within me
While her demons attacked, she looked to be free.
One definite purpose, exploring truths from within
Not dictated by, nor defined as some sin.
***
A place to be swallowed, or swallowed by another
Friend or Protector, Comrade, or Lover,
allowed to bleed, and be shed of her chains,
even as loosening might reverberate pain.
She still needs so much, to know her own strengths,
and I thought so often, I'd often gone to great lengths,
***
Only to find I had weakness as well
hiding so deep in some ego borne shell.
this part of me exists, in some want, some need,
this part of me bleeds, when cut, she too bleeds.
If Hell is defined by moaning some loss
then it is at our hand, so often we've tossed.
***
If evil resides as some endurance test,
then I submit to endure, to be at my best.
If I sense her crying, I will cry too
until I am dry and my demons are "through."
She is my salvation, redemption and cure
That I LOVE her is fact, of that I am sure.

2007-12-30 11:52:13 · 7 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

Here is the poem. The title is "Winter":

Was to be such a beautiful view,
but with Winter on the way,
It was a barren wasteland.

Up in a tree,
so far the eyes can see.
My eyes saw the many, many trees,
with their leaves all fallen.

The grass has turned yellow,
not even the slightest speck of green.
Sounds are not welcome,
because the quiet is so serene.

The old country gates keep in the cattle,
but with winter so cold,
they will creak open if you give them a rattle.

The cold is nippy and bitter,
but there is a reason.
It is Winter,
such a astounding season.

2007-12-30 08:31:57 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Please tell me what u think of my lyrics for a song. They are copyright protected so pls dont go stealing them. Would love ur point of view.

Whisper to your soul

I saw u weeping like never before,
Like rain drowned your soul away
How could I hurt u so deeply.
I was looking inside but not out
If only I could whisper to your soul
And ask for its forgiveness

I closed the doors to my heart so you could never come in.
I latched all the windows so you couldn’t see in.
Keeping you out was my biggest mistake.
The key to my heart dissolved when you left
Now my whispers to your soul remain unanswered

I left you sleeping in bed all alone
Like stars without their moonshine
When did my star leave so hasty
I was building a wall to encase me.
If only I could whisper to soul
And tell it I miss you

I closed my ears to your laughter so I could never be glad
I shut my eyes so that your looks couldn’t keep me.
Keeping you out was my biggest mistake
The key to my heart dissolved when you left,
Now my whispers to your soul remain unanswered.

Love will not bother to see me again
Cause I threw its love away
Did I ever hold you so tightly
I was loving me more than you
If only I could whisper to your soul
And ask for its love back.

2007-12-30 08:17:57 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

The letter read, To whom it may concern
Red ink like fire, to the eyes they burn
Long words walk, following where they led
To the end of the page, I learn my dad's dead
A sunken heart cut, served at mid day
Supper's cooling down, I'm sick as I lay
Thoughts pour in as sudden as a dogs bark
Who will bring joy, swinging in the park
I sit down holding to the chains, rocks at my feet
Wishing for anything, I feel something at my seat
Soaring up screaming, I reach for his bright hand
There together in the sky, we look down at the land

2007-12-30 06:15:00 · 2 answers · asked by John G 1

Lost at Home

when I lost my last truth you found me.

enwrapped me while i sobbed.

You didn't know why.

You still don't.

to kind to ask.

Selfless .

As mother to child. A true man.

You, a miracle.

your comfort

the greatest gift I have ever known.

your arms around me

My only home.

MJ

2007-12-30 05:53:04 · 6 answers · asked by M H 1

Opinion about my poems they are at find them at http://www.poemhunter.com/ben-sparaco/poems/

2007-12-30 05:33:35 · 2 answers · asked by ben s 1

i visited a 360 page and found a.m sentence as the profile message .bellow is the link to the very page:
http://uk.360.yahoo.com/profile-1eAyQ.A2erS0hKpZzA--

to read about Nigel Jenkins ,here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigel_Jenkins


please disscuss.thank you.

2007-12-30 05:15:25 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

Of Having and Losing...

Having is possessing,
It is far from cherishing,
As cherishing often crawls
In the state of losing.

Losing entails fearing,
Of uncertainties,
Of wanting to have,
Of yearning to belong.

Losing is enriching,
It eradicates selfishness,
Yet invites selflessness,
Oft neglected when having.

Losing is suffering,
Suffocating so solemnly,
Reminding fellow mortals,
On the art of having.

2007-12-30 04:44:35 · 8 answers · asked by Dark Dickinsonian 4

2007-12-30 04:40:06 · 9 answers · asked by Scotty B 2

2007-12-30 04:26:29 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

LOL I'll tell ya, as Ronnie said before, "Don't keep them posted here or on the net" (those that you want published by Faber & Faber) as the net yes, it a form of publication *^_^*
I have kept all your wonderful suggestions and critics and will most definately use them as revisions are a must.
I am going to post 2 at a time now as Faber wants 6 poetry samples to go by (not sure of the genre being excepted0 but, still looking into it. Ari suggested that I "read" more LOL I truly do but, I have been so busy taking certain works off the net and helping very young poets with their works *^_^*

"I've always said that if and when I walk through that open door in the publishing world, I will grab as many hands as I can and pull them through with me" and I swear by it...

A few of you requested that I send works to you for revision and critic, I am working on that, promise, just make sure your addy is available if you want to help

I love you all dearly and Thank you so much for you help *^_^*

2007-12-30 03:44:11 · 9 answers · asked by TrollHunter 3

Phantasea

As I plunder afloat upon the silky abyss,
I wonder what really lies beneath this thin sober air.
Ill just let drift in the weeds, sails flapping and clapping,
For that who really cares and the warm waves brush over my side.

Are you in there? Can I feel what your feeling?
Are you too flowing seemlessly through the sea of transience?
Dreams, are they of liquid light and distant depth?
Do you reside inside a sunfilled chasm?

The clear blue ocean can tear us apart..
A sudden sense of fickle trickles down my spine,
But i feel sunshine, I can taste the whispering wind,
The daisy meadows fresh greens seem to agree.

As the melting buttercups flutter and nod,
And swimming with honeycomb nectar we swirl,
And in tranquil dance in a coffee cup of creamed dreams,
We paint epic burls together that just seem wander along.

2007-12-30 03:26:28 · 16 answers · asked by The Will 2 Defy 4

I taut I taw a Jug eared Kraut a cweeping up on me
I did! I taw dat jug eared Kraut as plain as plain can be
He went an lost his password, cos his brain is like a stale bun
So then he goes and blames it all on the ickle bickle fwuffy one

2007-12-30 03:00:40 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

A sweet plantiff song did I hear! And I fancied she was the singer, may emotions as pure, as that song did astir, be the worst that the future shall bring her..?

2007-12-29 22:17:22 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

BENAZIR ; TEARS FOR A PLUCKED ROSE.


She was a rose,
Among thorns, of extremes,
Opressed womanhood,
Oppressed downtrodden,
She was courageous,
Even death which
She recieved courageously,
Perhaps courage
Was her second name,
She led a population,
In faith of developing it,
Tears rolled on cheeks,
At her assassination,
On many faces, uncontrolled
Grief stricken, she became
A matryr in a few days time,
On landing in her homeland,
What would have the earth
Felt where the tears fell,
Though a lot more blood
Was shed, we have nothing
But tears for a rose plucked
Before being withered by time.

Ravikiran Arakkal

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

2007-12-29 21:32:36 · 5 answers · asked by Rajan A 3

I am a songwriter and musician. I have seen some of the poems in here and they are really good song material. I mainly write Christian/Spiritual songs and wondered if you guys could give ,me a few tips and ground rules you use when writing poems, i.e do they have to rhyme, where do you go for inspiration, do you look at other poets work for inspiration.etc

Thanks Guys,,,,,love your poems :-)

2007-12-29 20:11:05 · 8 answers · asked by Andy 3

We kill each other out of fear
We are scared of what we cannot hear
We are filled with deranged insanity
We are filled with inhumane humanity

We know not for what is worth fighting for
We know not, we only want more
We loose all sanity
Our lives lived in vanity
When really we only live for inhumane humanity.

2007-12-29 18:54:13 · 2 answers · asked by Haloguitarist 2

Life is a journey with wonderful things,
Every now and then an inspirational bird sings,
Beautiful doorways lead to wonderful dreams,
Some of us first need to know what they really mean,
Take a goal,
And let it venture deep into your soul,
Life is an inspiration,
It has a wonderful sensation,
Treasure it with all your might,
Before it's time for you to take flight.

2007-12-29 17:59:58 · 3 answers · asked by cherbet93 1

In Keeping Home

I wish to write to you of your loss dear child,
but I fear that words will go unheard.
Your grieving has left you with deaf ears,
and blindness to the day.

And recovery has always been a step away, beyond your walls;
the undiscovered joys of abandoned rooms,
and times unspent.
After tidying up that last event, and leaving it as it was
in your mind,
the banners, the streams-
the corks and shutes
of newlyweds and a thousand gifts,
unopened.
And now the rug bears no stain,
but shadow and light,
and the bed is still neatly made.

And your world continues to fade,
behind the storms, the bleary pane,
and the darkness of your day.

And words are lost, dear child,
lost among the draft that passes through,
the heaving past upon your lap,
ever since he's gone away.

You always used to say, that
love should last forever.
It was in your eyes,
the danger, the subdued cry;

memories were not meant to imprison.

My child, I feel I should run to you,
but I choose not to stand in your way
lead you through the heavy fortress you've made;
I will not sully your memory
of the day.

But pain is the breath of madness,
and too often ignored-
it is the fog that lines our windows,
until it is wiped away.

2007-12-29 17:32:38 · 3 answers · asked by Pleasantly Plain 1

Time and a half
Hands lingering
Mind wandering
Westerly

Mesas abound
Turquoise overhead
Drums overheard
Red carpet

Rifle and knife
Leather tanning
Fast Horse riding
Easterly

2007-12-29 12:35:37 · 11 answers · asked by Marguerite 7

I have to write a opinion paper on Song of the Chattahoochee by Sidney Lanier, but I can't even figure out what it is about. Can someone break it down for me? Here is a website where you can read the poem. http://ngeorgia.com/poetry/songofthechattahoochee.html

2007-12-29 12:22:48 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

The Least Of These
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

His cardboard home,
Though not a Heavenly Dwelling,
Was priceless to his heart,
There'd be no discussion of selling.
The issues he faced,
He never thought of telling.
How daily he roamed,
Collected used cans.
He made pocket change,
From things no longer wanted,
By man.
Things that all women,
Turned noses up at.
Old things.
Like his dirty old hat.
Or his dirty suit,
And his dirty tie.
Below a dirty face,
With hope in each eye.
That somone would say,
As they passed by,
They were concerned.
And though he yearned,
He learned pleasantries much have a cost.
For no one says hello to the lost.
Yet he never let his pains,
Make him grieve.
For he knew God loves,
Even the least of these.

2007-12-29 12:02:44 · 31 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

No, my love, time is not a river,
Flowing inexorably to its terminus,
Time is eternal, moving in all directions,
Standing still in an endless moment of pulsating joy,
Lying motionless in an eternal momement of despair.
Moving backwards towards the distant past.

I have traveled through space
On the light of a star,
I have lived on Pangea,
Felt the land tremble and the continents
Tilt and separate,
Seen the ranging waters
Tearing the land apart
And the endless seas
Freezing and melting and covering the land.

I have seen fire and ice
As the great volcanoes built the mountains
And tore them down again,
And I have felt the heat of the sun
And the days growing long and cold.

I have left my footprints
In the dust of the Moon
And I have roved
Through the orange deserts
Of our sister planet.

And now I wish I believed
In that eternal, timeless moment,
When together, you and I
Will hold each other once again,
And laugh with joy at time and rivers.

2007-12-29 10:16:41 · 3 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

Ok so I don't think that this is one of my best poems and I want to better it. Advice? Please and thank you



Feel the grass, no longer soft and smooth,
Crunch and crack beneath your feet.
Gaze up at the leaves, their green color gone,
To be replaced with colors similar to the dawning of the sun.
Feel the wind, no more a warm breeze,
But a cool suggestion of what it once was.
Think back to the budding roses that had still yet to bloom,
As the young deer fawns still maintained their snowy spots.
But now, the pink petals have fallen, to curl and brown with the grass,
The fawns have matured, their antlers tall and majestic, ready to be called to battle
The signals are clear as the cool stream that will be turing to ice,
Spring, has fallen, only to come again, when the time is right

2007-12-29 09:52:36 · 6 answers · asked by Mrs. Unlucky 3

2007-12-29 09:43:15 · 2 answers · asked by Tichelle 2

I've been working on it for a couple days, and i want an opinion, tell me any improvements or give it a rating, thanks

Shine a lantern where I walk this path
Anger fuels the sweat that stings my wrath
The cracks are cracked and I'm sailing past
But, this pale of water has drained too fast
The lantern flickers forth shining light into beams
The colors start dancing, nothings quite what it seems
The birds sing songs, never hearing their sounds
My hands turn pitch black, and are glued upon the ground
A destitute limps forth, a spatula for a hand
My luck is turning, staring up as I stand
And there's a tower of silver, tossing coins from the sky
So i reach down to pick up, cause he's got a phone for a thigh
Dialing quicker and quicker when someone starts calling
Shaking and waking, my hands lay where they'd fallen
Freezing and white with paleness, everything is the same
I step down and I'm soaking, A pale of water is to blame

2007-12-29 09:40:14 · 8 answers · asked by John G 1