Poetry

i want to leave my friend little poems since i'm her secret santa and all.....any cute ones...please tell me.

her name is kate by the way....it would be cool if i could put her name into the poem.

anyone have any ideas?

2007-12-06 10:08:47 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I need four good E.E. Cummings poems that have an anti-war theme. I already have one, which is Plato told. Could someone help me find three other poems with this same premise? Thank you, once I have the poems I need I will give Best answer promptly.

2007-12-06 10:04:07 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

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The camera and lens do not agree
On the focus, the field, or the clarity
Artistic machines with levers and springs
Why do they refuse solidarity?

Now’s not the time for bitter denial
Or arguing points in yours’ and my style
Artistic children that cleverly sing
Why must each shot become such a thing?

Don’t tell me about “How meticulous”
It just makes you sound so ridiculous
Artistic excuses that will often bring
Our own special high mediocrity

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2007-12-06 08:20:56 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

I love writing poetry, but all my poems are free handed. Meaning I don't rhyme them or count out the syllables for lines.
I recently became a member of this poetry website. And a lot of the people there are always talking about the number of syllables in this line don't fit with the line under, or the rhyming scheme is wrong, or the stanza, or inversions, or inverted syntax, and etc. And I have NO clue what they're talking about! But I would sure love to know so I can become a better poet. So can someone please clue me in on this writer/poet talk and what it all means? Maybe give me a few pointers to writing better poetry?

2007-12-06 08:19:31 · 7 answers · asked by elie101_forever 3

In my room at midnight I can hear the leaves rustling the branches banging against my window Inside the house my cat meows wanting to be held by someone someone she loves The nightless sky still over shadows all that lay beneath it The wind blowing the trees back and forth The tree sways from one side to the next I hear the wind blowing outside my window My parents stay up and talk so it's not totally quiet yet It will be shortly In my room at midnight you could the footsteps of a loved one gone The moaning the sorrow these all come together in the brink of midnight As I lie here on my bed I look up and see the shadows the depths of an eerie soul that can't rest As I close my eyes I can hear the two ghosts walking the halls. The boards creek who's out there Is anyone there I sit up tucked in my little corner on my bed wondering what is it or whather who is it Is it my imagination or is something really out there I shiver with fright Am I going to be alive or dead when the sun breaks

2007-12-06 06:39:55 · 2 answers · asked by stormieford 2

Diction refers to a writer’s choice of words. In some ways, this choice is like the appropriate selection of clothing. For example, normally you would not turn up at a wedding dressed in dungarees, at least not an ordinary wedding.
John L. Foster, the translator of these Egyptian love poems, made the following statement about his choice of words: “The diction should be unpretentiously colloquial, simple except when elevated by the power of strong feeling or slipping over into the sometimes slangy verbal patterns of irony or humor. The language should be conversational, quiet, the usages of personal and private speech; for those are the kinds of words for lovers.”

Wow, what a statement to make!!!!



First poem:

The Voice of the Swallow, Flittering, Calls to Me:
“Land’s alight! Whither away?”
No, little bird, you cannot entice me,
I follow you to the fields no more.
Like you in the dawn mist I rose,
at sunrise discovered my lover abed (his voice is sweeter).
“Wake,” I said, “or I fly with the swallow.”
And my heart smiled back
when he, smiling, said:
“You shall not fly,
nor shall I, bright bird.
But hand in hand
We shall walk the Nileside pathways,
under cool of branches, hidden
(only the swallows watching)-
Wide-eyed girl,
I shall be with you all glad places.”
Can you match the notes of that song, little swallow?
I am first in his field of girls!
My heart, dear sister, sings in his hand-
love never harmed a winged creature.

Second poem:

Your love, dear man, is as lovely to me
As sweet soothing oil to the limbs of the restless,

As clean ritual robes to the flesh of Gods,
As fragrance of incense to one coming home
Hot from the smells of the street.
It is like nipple-berries ripe in the hand,
Like the tang of grainmeal mingled with beer,
Like wine to the palate when taken with white bread.

While unhurried days come and go,
Let us turn to each other in quiet affection,
Walk in peace to the edge of old age.
And I shall be with you each unhurried day,
A woman given her wish: to see
For a lifetime the face of her lord.

Third poem:

I think I’ll go home and lie very still,
feigning terminal illness.
Then the neighbors will all troop over to stare,
my love, perhaps, among them.
How she’ll smile while the specialists
snarl in their teeth!
she perfectly well knows what ails me.

Do you agree with Foster’s statement about the correct diction for the following poems below? Why or why not?? Please do not provide me with references to each poem. Just tell me if you agree with foster’s statement about the correct diction for the following poems. And why?

2007-12-06 05:13:49 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-06 04:10:06 · 20 answers · asked by Anonymous

Yes, Peter, I deleted this once because it had errors. I didn't catch 'nto' in time or it would be gone also...

2007-12-06 03:23:33 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-06 02:54:28 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

.You Ain't Gettin Jack!


You wanted my heart, soul
On Layaway...
That ain't gonna get
Jack.
You can't afford the full
Price of Love?
You ain't gonna get little
By little...Jack!
And, uh, just a thought...
How many other Layaways
Are you checking on...?
Mr. Jack be Nimble,
Mr. Jack be Quick,
Fixin to get your ***
Singed
By Love's flaming
Candlestick...
Don't knock, knock, knock...
Cause I'm gone, gone, gone

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-06 02:47:17 · 16 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

"Lay down with me, tell me no lies. Just hold me close, dont patronize...dont patronize me. Cause i cant make you love me if you dont...You cant make your heart love something it wont"

2007-12-06 02:07:09 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I miss you each and every day,
why was it you that had to be taken away,
but then I find myself thinking your ok,
now that your out of the pain,

I always wonder what it would be like having you around,
would anything change or would it stay the same,
sometimes I think I hear your voice,
and then the agony I feel is profound,

I wasn't allowed to attend the day,
that could have let go of the grief I carry,
they wouldn't let me say what I wanted to say,
and I felt as though I was betrayed,

I remember all the times we had together,
the memories I hold will last forever,
I used to be resentful and bitter,
but now I see the bigger picture,

I've moved on now to were I belong,
but will never forget,
you've taught me how to be strong,
and your spirit will always live on,

Copyright 6 December 2007
S.J.C

2007-12-06 02:02:25 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

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I’m writing a book about God,
well…not really.
It’s about how God wants us
to divide our pirate’s booty…

It’s about which sins are back in,
and… the unforbidden...
or, what weapons are fair,
in a fight for our rights.

The story’s about my brothers,
not Mothers…graveside weeping, or
Satan sleeping on the lawn,
of the White House…

The theme is a dream,
nightmarish…it seems.
The moral is decay, spirit
fades away as stripes bleed.

*****

2007-12-06 01:47:37 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Spring" by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/blhopkinsspring.htm

I don't understand how "choice" and "winning" are associated with spring. Can you tell me your interpretation?

2007-12-06 01:30:56 · 2 answers · asked by v 2

In 'Oulipo N+7', you replace the subjective noun in each line with the 7th noun ahead of it in the dictionary. I tried this one with a Webster’s Dictionary published in 1882, the year Longfellow died…

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I shot an artichoke into the air,
It fell to easel, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the significance
Could not follow it in its floatage.

I breathed a sop into the air,
It fell to easel, I knew not where;
For who has significance so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of sop?

Long, long afterward, in an obduracy
I found the artichoke, still unbroke;
And the sop, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heath of a friend.

*****

2007-12-06 01:15:53 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

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T
H
E
…things I’ve lost in the Bushes;

Urban Park and Recreation Fund,
National Endowment for the Arts,
Clean Water Act,
Land and Water Conservation Fund,
Environmental Protection Agency,
Arctic National Wildlife Refuge,
National Park Service,

*****

2007-12-06 01:10:39 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

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Stand

Tom-tom beats a rising thunder,
Comes the prairie Chieftains’ order,
Dark clouds signing, forlorn echoes,
Angry broken promise beckons,

Cornfield chorus wailing war-cry,
A ponies nervous, rain stung eye,
Points of flint, all in the quiver,
Ride the wind, ride to the river,

Yellow-hair and blue coats blunder,
Many Crazy Horses plunder,
Clashing titans, Black Hills buried,
Bloodstained grasslands, ancients fury

*****

2007-12-06 01:07:37 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I've got the "Poet's Market, 2008," but it doesn't have a separate section of contests specifically stating they accept previously-published works. This is a long shot, but...does anyone know of an existing list of all poetry contests (cash award) that are OK with playing "second fiddle"?:0)

2007-12-06 01:04:19 · 4 answers · asked by some1 new 2

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Canines

Roadways slice the jungle separation,
Settlement’s civilized, orderly gridlock,
Trees toppled, dense undergrowth now clipped grass,
Cattle, sheep graze in melancholy, only yards from the tiger,
The lines of demarcation hold the cat away,
But not the dog, trusted companion, he may roam the two,
Silent through the undergrowth,
Tracking things on the rain forest floor,
Snarls at the gibbon up in the branches,
Obedient of the master on the lawn, but impatient at the scent,
A jester’s play and beg for a bowl, but nightfall beckons,
Away again to the harsh tangled maze,
Tracing wild pathway’s to the prey,
No lamb or calf victims, but rough game and foul,
And his teeth gnaw away at the meat…

*****

2007-12-06 00:54:47 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

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Poetry

Aye, Captain
and good lads and lasses,
a well-fed, pot bellied crew are we,
Set sail each day on these windless doldrums,
Cargo hold filled to capacity.

Ports of call where no ship can anchor,
Bottomless abyss of minds in torpor,
Some high as a kite,
Some a long, drunken stupor,
Then Stoogie arrives with his old pooper scooper.

No ill intent or foul wishes for thee,
Just a joke with rhyme akimbo,
Monkey-parrot devil-dog erasers,
We patrol this strange sea for the lost,
on our good ship, three masted
Will-o'-the-wisp chaser, her name?
“Poetry”

*****

2007-12-06 00:45:48 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

And where does your heart want to go? (Cf. (the former) Cat Stevens.

2007-12-05 23:54:25 · 9 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

i've already been searching the analysis of this haiku for days. But i can't find it. Anyway the poetry goes like this:

Literal
Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya,
ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into)
mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)
(Fumiko Saisho)

Figurative (various)
The old pond;
A frog jumps in —
The sound of the water.
(Robert Aitken)

2007-12-05 22:58:37 · 4 answers · asked by m_atienza17 2

Death

Death is a factor,
we all will face,
so why be afraid,
wheen we know,
we r going to a better place,
or is it hell that we will face,
still either way we will face,
it,
it must be faced,
no one can prove,
right or wrong,
they were gone b4 i asked,
will i meet them above,
under,
beneath,
what will happen,
what will i face,
Death is what i will face,
everyone i know is just another face,
how can it be,
Death is faced.
Death



-okatri

2007-12-05 15:26:23 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web of colors gay
She has heard a whisper say
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot..........

2007-12-05 15:06:58 · 3 answers · asked by Chichiri 1

Paraphrase for Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser.

2007-12-05 14:42:56 · 2 answers · asked by Witty 2

Paraphrase for Sonnet 30 by Edmund Spenser.

2007-12-05 14:42:04 · 5 answers · asked by Witty 2

Comments ?

You take old milk
From the refrigerator
Because of the “Sell By” date
You place it on the counter
Where it sits for days
You walk in and wonder
“What is that stink”
While the milk you took
Still sits by the sink
You take, you use,
You do not put away
When you married me
You did not marry a maid.

2007-12-05 14:22:49 · 6 answers · asked by Sam 4

Acceptance ~ Robert Frost

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.

can you help find the imagery, aural imagery, symbols, irony, theme or allusion?

2007-12-05 13:52:41 · 3 answers · asked by beautiful.disaster.xo 2

i need a poem about anything APPROPRIATE

2007-12-05 13:47:36 · 2 answers · asked by tiger 1

Why do i have to pay? I'm a minor... they nominated me... I don't understand why I have to pay...

2007-12-05 13:34:17 · 4 answers · asked by Narcissa K 5