Poetry

2007-12-08 03:23:21 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Do I give a damn ?
yes and more.

Am I your friend ?
yes and more.

When others close
and shut, your door.

Yes, yes
and more.

2007-12-08 02:47:06 · 9 answers · asked by Casey 2

Cherry-Ripe by Thomas Campion; Rosalind's Madrigal by Thomas lodge;Sonnet 18,Sonnet 29, and Sonnet 116 of William Shakepeare....

Thank you!!!more power and God bless!

2007-12-08 01:58:48 · 4 answers · asked by ghid 1

How the poetry/literature of the Renaissance/end of Medieval Period reflected the shift from traditional world view to humanism

2007-12-08 01:09:15 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Are they legitimate, or do they accept anyone, no matter how bad their poetry is?

2007-12-07 23:32:37 · 5 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

before you get all "you need help".. i jsut wrote it out of perspective soo please don't comment stuff like that. i just want to know if you think the poem is written well..it's more of a freestyle..

hi..where was i..
not too long ago
somewhere above the sky?
it was but a drawing of a blank
should i not dream of what i cannot have?
but i dream...
in opaque darkness
nothing there
just an end
nothing there...
just an end
it leads me no where
no where but the End
it might have been nothing but a dream
just with an inch of a pinch
i was able to release , but not let go
'dreams come true'
and they do
it's been a week ,
hands still fresh of gunpowder
boy i feel so alive.

2007-12-07 17:35:10 · 18 answers · asked by Anonymous

Can I have a kiss

Hazel eyes of crystal glare, stare blankly at thy night,
unaware of envious stares, or those of jealous plight,
eyes of illumination, light up the night's sky,
value worth more than diamonds, shine brighter than Orion, and Andromeda theigh.

Her touch is softer than a rose, petals red and white,
or that of angels hair, or sheep's of Hera's delight,

Her voice... as gentle as pure light, but stronger than a demon's stare,
brings hope to those who wish to see, those who wish to hear.
A flute of Gabreiel, or drum of Dav, An instrument of true delight,
It guides and binds us near, and keeps from things unliked.

Lips are made from phestus, a creater of many and more,
placed perfect and proportinate, and sweet as an apple's core,
a breath of heavens wind, eleogently floats through those tips,
stay still beside me, I just want a breath or two, between our lips

2007-12-07 17:32:13 · 3 answers · asked by BloodyRose 2

i don't know how the poem goes but it has to do with someone saying that they've never won trophies they've never been great at anything but they've just been a kind person.

2007-12-07 17:03:42 · 2 answers · asked by ♥Bee 2

Swallows in the wind
Soar into green Spring;
Summer's hot ascent
Breathes beneath your wings.
Winter waits in stones
Unseen beneath the earth
To capture you in storm
And lay you on God's hearth.

2007-12-07 16:55:16 · 26 answers · asked by Anonymous

~death~

where do we go
what will i see
when death beckons me

everything has to go
i finnally see
what will happen to me

2007-12-07 16:10:43 · 12 answers · asked by *renfield* 3

I've got nowhere to turn, I've got
nowhere to hide, and I've got no alibi,
You've been following me, you know
my history, and no matter how hard I try,
I can't explain away
The way I feel today
There's only one thing I can say:

You, You've found me.
You found me and You called me from the wilderness,
From my cave of emptiness,
Yeah, You, You've found me.
You found me in the places of my lonliness
You told me there was more than this,
You captured me with tenderness,
Yeah, You've found me.

There was so many days, trying to
figure out ways to explain what I feel inside,
I tried to fill up my soul without
using control, this desire never did subside,
I'm ready to give in
I know I'll never win
The hide and seek that I've been in

In the pit of despair, I was all alone there.
I wasn't looking for You, but You found me anyway.
You put Your hand on face, then you changed my ways.
Nothing can separate me from...

You, You've found me.
You found me and You called me from the wilderness,
From my cave of emptiness,
Yeah, You, You've found me.
You found me in the places of my lonliness
You told me there was more than this,
You captured me with tenderness,
Yeah, You've found me.

2007-12-07 15:21:10 · 2 answers · asked by Scribbler 1

can u give me ords that rhyme wih points? im righting a poem for school and i need a word that rhymes with points! help me!

2007-12-07 14:24:58 · 7 answers · asked by COSMOgirl 2

Looking for pictures of Edgar allan poe, William Henry Leonard Poe (his brother), and Rosalie Poe (younger sister). Doing a project and I can't seem to find any pictures of them besides the same pictures of Edgar allan poe x-x. help please!

2007-12-07 12:56:58 · 1 answers · asked by Bunny.. 2

is her poems comical or serious in the world's wife????????

2007-12-07 12:37:48 · 2 answers · asked by jadeywadeybabey 2

I love "Romeo and Juliet"...

2007-12-07 12:18:36 · 6 answers · asked by Raven 2

A Southern Thanksgiving Secret....Sssssssshhhhhh!


Now you know, I done fixed these heah
Meals a lifetime...mine...
And had ma family round me
Ever yeah...
They say ahm lucky that way,
To have everbody home...
But dontcha know...I'm sure you do...
Ma huband ain't heah,
Ma sista ain't heah,
Ma motha, ma fatha...
But when I give out with ma 'Ya'll
Git yo asses home now, Thanksgiving
Is in a little while, don't be late to table, '
I can see that front door openin, and
Walkin right in, with those great big
Grins...is love.
Love round ma table...love round ma
Livin room fireplace.
Don't know where they all are rest
Of the yeah...but ma loves all come
Home...ever yeah.
They do that with you too, chile.
You can always see um with your
Eyes of love.
Dontcha know...
I'm sure ya do.

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

Going to change the title to "Christmas' or write a new one....

2007-12-07 11:10:45 · 10 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

2007-12-07 11:07:43 · 42 answers · asked by Anonymous

Portrait

Such a lovely presence, soft to the touch,
scent of a flower, Acaena and Pyrus.
A beautiful sight those are to behold, but unequaled to your beauty, for that we know.
A tower of angels do you command, creatures of light,
Unmatched when you stand.
Their preying eyes are full of deceit, jealous being, One day they'll drown through God's feat.

A ruby Cardinal flies, stalking your steps,
it tries to learn, see what's so perfect,
For heavenly creature is what you are, accidentally dropped from that white star.

A smile is worth all a Kings gold, a flawless Jewel it is to behold,
it shines and inspires upwards bright, demolishes darkness with a sight.
Bestow goodness to out hearts, your a perfect creature from a world of art.

2007-12-07 11:04:12 · 16 answers · asked by SilverFantasy 1

2007-12-07 10:59:58 · 3 answers · asked by frostedflames 1

2007-12-07 10:37:36 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
The American Dream

The American Dream
Not what it seems
Sit-Com theme
News Magazine
Home arrest
Sobriety test
Urinalysis
RU 486

Land of the Free
Send the bill to me
Security
Socially
Yard's mowed
Car's towed
Cellular phone
Cardboard home

Corporate seal
Value meal
Vanna's wheel
Buns of steel
Prime-Time
Serial Crime
Check out line
Credit denied

I could rule the world
I could be a girl
I can be a man
I can watch TV

I can start a war
I can mop the floor
Or I can just doze off
In my American Dream

*****

2007-12-07 10:10:14 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Homeless Man And The Coat*


I thought it was very cold
That December night...
While driving to my warm
Home.

Until I saw that man, alone,
By the side of the bayou.
He had lit a fire...
Standing too close
In a shirt and pants...
Holding out his hands to
The warmth.

I drove to a place to turn
Around...went back, thinking
There might be danger if
I stop. I stopped...
Gave him my coat.
It was too large on me.

When I drove off, he was putting
That coat on.

Now, he may have done drugs,
May have drank,
May have been a crazy,
Old sort...
But, he wouldn't be cold again
With
The coat.

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-07 09:30:24 · 20 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

Answered Questions*


Should I lock the door behind me...
Shut questions out...
Satin pillowcase dreams...
Spirits walk in the bedroom...

My Father carries his pool cue...
My Mother, her dish towel...
Many years. Time stops...
Memories wet the pillowcase...

Tennessee, my beautiful wolf...
Tiptoes to my bed...
Touches her cold nose to my cheek...
Tickles with her eyelashes...

I didn't lock the door...
Pillowcase is dry...
Morning pools of sun...
Light fur, chalk dust on the floor.

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-07 09:19:13 · 15 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

.Good Night...


Take a bit of Time...
See your Path.
Use a bit of Sight...
Touch the Thorns.

Warm be your turnings,
In the Mists.
Warm be the memories,
Of your Dreams.

All is peaceful...
All is now right...
Dawn smiles for you,
Through every dark Night.

This Good Night
Is for you...

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

But, I ain't goin no where!

2007-12-07 09:15:39 · 14 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

......Rome's Ninth Legion


Rome's Ninth Legion rode bravely to engage
The Celtic Warriors, protecting land
By rights their ancestral home. Both enraged.
Romans vanished...not even blood-soaked sand.

To this hour, a mystery...
What happened on that day.
No horses, armor ever found...history
And legend...each has its say

About that day...that mist-filled valley.
No Roman, horse, no wagon wheel, ever
Seen again. Legend, history never
Uncovered the truth. Descendants' stories?

Note: This is supposed to be a Disembra(?) .
..........The first is an English Sonnet of ABAB.
..........The second Free Form of ABBA.
..........The third, iambic pentameter.

Oh well, it makes a good story...

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-07 09:12:56 · 9 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

The last warm air of summer drew back
as the sun turned away,
the moon was faint through the clouds
turning grey.
Winter opened starless eyes,
her hard breath numbed the ground
where the dead leaves lay.

I thought I saw you today
at a distance
in the crowd.
You looked different somehow,
without me.
Flowers by the roadside
die so quickly in a vase,
you said.

I still find your hair
on my pillow,
your perfume lingers somewhere.

Maybe I'll see you again.

The rain has no sympathy,
spraying bright waves
in the breeze.
I walk,
more thoughtful now
through the shapeless wind,
Long coated in black and memory,
without your hand.

Time passes,
I become less sure of things.
The trees on the riverbank
still wait for you
in silence

2007-12-07 09:01:22 · 10 answers · asked by alexandre 2

Do not you think that translating a poem makes a totally different poem? Do you prefer reading the original text or the translated one?

2007-12-07 08:22:53 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

death

Everybody dies
Theres no reason to be scared
It's happened for years


It's how you live life
Take a look in the mirror
And what do you see


Not about your cash
No use for it when you're dead
Just think about it


We are all equal
Death does not discriminate
No one gets a pass


All that matters then
Is how you handled your life
Thats the only thing


Just accept your fate
Because when your dead and gone
We are all just dust

2007-12-07 06:18:41 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

111) Allegra*


Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains,
Startling lilt, notes we can remember.
We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation,
Not reincarnation.
When memory is destroyed, we are spared
Thorns, destiny.
No further life.
Peace be with you.
With you, Father.

To each the choice, known, unknown, of what the
Heart can render. Rending forever, keeping us
Worn, sworn to earth, dust.
Do not erect stones for me, they would keep me
Company. I did not have companionship in
Life, why plague the stones at sunset?
Cover me with thorns, as in life, one reed,
One drum. I clutch music of death,
No salvation, yet reincarnation.
You are in peace. Let me.
Remember me.
Remember.

Who would leave their bed of winter's night
To light dark's ice with wax candle?
Not you, priest...
Bound by law to the body, not soul's grief
Or expansion.
Bound to limit the soul in one direction.
Denial of reed and drum leads voices,
In canto, to ceilings.
Captured. Tonal.
Never twice on key.

To each a choice...thorn, dulled thorn.
Thorn nonetheless.
Vine. Rose.
What redemption after salvation?
Can salvation be redeemed?
Must it, should it, by who's hand...
Long the vine, short the rose.
Together...vining rose of headstones
Rendering hollowness in winter's
Dark ice.
For you who remember...
A candle.

2007-12-07 05:49:22 · 19 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

*****
Lizzard

No myth, this dragon, spotted green on green
Monitor of Guam’s think tangan-tangan,
Low and sleek, undulating nose to tail,
Silent, cunning hunter of shrews,
Only the boar, and man, his equal,
Bursts on to the trail with speed alarming,
Northwest Field, unhunted for decades,
A dangerless oasis where life can mature,
Five feet long, this one!
Two hundred pounds, thirty miles per hour,
I yielded the path, letting him lead,
Weaving the palm tree slalom I could not follow,
I slowed to a stop as the canopy lowered,
He moved through the jungle as the master,
I stayed to watch him slip out of sight,
Yet he turned to me, as if to ask for another motorcycle chase.

*****

2007-12-07 03:21:58 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous