Poetry

.....Star Journeys: Vivace


It came down, in the end, to starlight...
Dusted lashes blinking,
Eyes trailing intricate arms of galaxies,
Thinking with breaths of blood,
Eons of blood...
One second...one life.
Wait for me,
I will meet you at the edge of dawn.

It came down, in the end, to starlight...
Raised hands translucent,
Nails embedding tenuous holds
As universes streamed past...
The footprints...
One song...one time.
Talk to me,
I will tell you of the edge of dawn.

It came down, in the end, to starlight...
Etching flame-aura shadows
Around ancestors, scarred and sleek...
For laws bound to the
Beginning...the end.
Walk with me,
We go to the edge of dawn.

And there, sit with our kind, the home
We always sought...
Beyond the speed of sight...
In our hands the while...
There to greet us at the Door
Forever open...starlight.

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-04 01:34:28 · 10 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

2007-12-04 01:15:04 · 1 answers · asked by Tony F 1

THE MYSTERY OF PAIN.
Emily Dickinson

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.


Poems by Emily Dickinson
Life

2007-12-04 00:14:09 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

THE SECRET.
by Emily Dickinson

Some things that fly there be, --
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.

Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.

There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!

Poems by Emily Dickinson
Life

2007-12-04 00:11:17 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

What do you think this poem is trying to say? no monkey bussiness here people i need real answers

Lament for the Littlest Fellow
by Edith Tiempo

The littlest fellow was a marmoset.
He held the bars and blinked his old man's eyes.
You said he knew us and took my arm and set
My fingers around the bars, with coaxing mimicries
Of squeak and twitter. "Now he thinks you are
Another marmoset in a cage." A proud denial
Set you to laughing, shutting back a question far
Into my mind, something enormous and final.

The question was unasked but there is an answer.
Sometimes in your sleeping face upon the pillow,
I would catch our own little truant unaware;
He had fled from our pain and the dark room of our rage,
But I would snatch him back from yesterday and tomorrow.
You wake, and I bruise my hands on the living cage.

2007-12-03 22:56:15 · 5 answers · asked by pweetyinpink05 2

Could someone PLEASE tell me what Edgar Allen Poe was talking about in his poem "Fairy Land"???i really need to know!!!

2007-12-03 19:37:50 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

i say it's about the lessons you don't want to learn from,
the mistakes you don't want to change,
the constant fall to the bitter end is more welcomed than you have lead everyone to believe.
typical ways for an even more predictable mind.
where does it come from?
the debates,
unexpected fates,
tempted wrongs,
with an only wiser outcome.
it's either all or nothing.
today or to late.
to much or to selfish.
i say no more,
no less,
stop thinking,
start pushing,
all the things you did,
didn't,
wanted,
unfinished.
the constant cries for the same ending,
what a time to go away.
when you realize,
you are nothing more,
less,
but just equal to the same decayed beings we all walk above.
we are the walking dead,
in mind and spirit.

2007-12-03 19:08:09 · 6 answers · asked by Miss Madeline 3

2007-12-03 18:42:46 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

it is the poem "women" by louise bogan.

2007-12-03 18:34:49 · 2 answers · asked by pochacco90630 1

Hey guys, it's my first time really sharing my poetry with anybody, and I'm not too confident about it...it's really something I do mostly for myself. But I was wondering if anyone here can give me some advice, pls don't be too harsh or anything

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away,
I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep
One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.

2007-12-03 17:46:19 · 8 answers · asked by myq 2

i want to read a poem that relates to the giver and how in Jonas's community has no emotion, cause i just finished the novel and feel like going in to more depth in the novel before reading the companion novels. i would really like to read published poems that speak about a place where everyone doesnt know what emotions are. Know any? then answer this question (:

2007-12-03 16:36:28 · 2 answers · asked by Chillbear323 2

We have to pick a poet but I wanted to do it on someone else besides Edgar Allan Poe, because everyone is doing it on him, so any interesting poets??

2007-12-03 14:32:05 · 7 answers · asked by Eddie 3

A story fortold,
A song prewriten,
Yours for now
Mine forsaken.

Bestowed with the gift
Of words mighty and old,
The power to bring together
Those of hate and sword.

Forsaken am I
That you should depart
From the one who loved you most.

What once came in stride,
Now stays out of reach
Like wispy clouds
And the sun's ray.

a rating please, and can you tell me what you think it is about?

2007-12-03 14:00:34 · 5 answers · asked by Andy 3

We are happy

Pretending to be happy...when we're not
Speaking in a gay tone when all we wanna do is sigh
Holding up that high pitch...and giggling alot
"How can they not see?
How can they not feel?
Our world's crashing down inside!"
writing nonsense and more stupid phrases
just so they won't think we're a not a nutcase
Why the f#&k do we have to care
for what these pricks have to say?
It's just too unbearable to play a role
of a part that does not belong to you...
Sooner or later...you ask yourself...
Is it just me or am I going crazy? !

2007-12-03 13:13:04 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Sadness

sadness lingers longer
sadness is more inspiring
happiness makes me weaker
happiness makes me dumb
sadness breeds heartfelt poetry
sadness is like air
like water...like rain
sadness colors my world
makes everything seem real
heat throbs with deeper percussion
thoughts swim in darker waters
mysterious...unfathomable...vast
sadness promises freedom
freedom from these bonds
one night this sadness will combust
and everything will soon be done.

2007-12-03 13:05:09 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Mock the spite

death couldn't possibly be worse than life
i've lived long enough to know
i've sensed deep enough to taste
death is freedom...
life is a lie..a cold consolation
life is just dying in repetition
death must be such a sweet escape
a quick exit..a clean break...
there could be pain..and struggle
but it's all fine..
an hour or less before the light
can't be so bad as living a vicious plight.
those who fear death have not known life.
suicide is triumph over life...to cede the fight
is an unquestionable mock to life's spite.

2007-12-03 12:55:17 · 18 answers · asked by Anonymous

What now?

Disaster..i tried...
not sure if i lied

in any case..this is bad
i pray to not freeze your heart..but..

we're heading for a cold up front
no time to mop a puddle..i won't.

we cannot ride without a saddle
and not while our horses are tangled;

I drew a sketch of you in a silhouette
because there was no color in my pallette.

2007-12-03 11:33:53 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

I joined poetry.com only to find out its a major SCAM.....=(

2007-12-03 09:56:41 · 3 answers · asked by mystical_tears7 2

Does anybody know what the poem, "The White Man's Burden" is really about...its confusing to me...

Thank you soo much!

2007-12-03 09:51:00 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

the poem? Needs rateing. Great Big Thanks! ahead of time!
http://www.poetry.com/voteforme/poemvote2.asp?PID=0&PC=1&LPID=11737668&LVT=10&CK=N

2007-12-03 09:47:15 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Okay, a bit of an exaggeration to call it anarchist, but it has a bit of that feel to it amid the romance, tragedy and imagery. I love the poem now that I've heard Loreena McKennit bring it to life, but thinking about the portrayal of "the red coat troop"... it moves me in a way I can't really describe.
The portrayal is so ominous and almost ironic to me when it is stressed that these are " 'King' George's men"...
Any thoughts, opinions? Asterisk-ridden rants about how terrible I am at interpreting the poem?

2007-12-03 09:07:01 · 1 answers · asked by Tetra 3

My celebrity Gran
we all were here fans

She shone like mothers pearl
on a beach somewhere
in the evening
sun

She was into advertising hold up stockings
Her legs were the cast
A bit too wide the stage for such a small part







In loving memory of Vera

2007-12-03 09:06:12 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

hey, im writing a paper and i have 1 question.

why does Dickinson think that being a "nobody" is a good thing and why does she think being a "somebody" and being in the "public" are detrimental to human individuality?

2007-12-03 08:51:45 · 5 answers · asked by Erika 1

can anyone post a poem that includes a strong
words of love , kisses , missing and hugs, separated couples

2007-12-03 08:41:09 · 4 answers · asked by Nana-Nana s 2

Ok so it starts like this:
Line 1. Romeo
Line 2. Four traits that describe Romeo??
Line 3. Relative of ________
Line 4. Lover of ________ (list three things or people)
Line 5. Who feels________ (three items)
Line 6. Who needs ______ (three items)
Line 7. Who fears ______ (three items)
Line 8. Who gives ______ (three items)
Line 9 Who would like to see ______ (three items)
Line 10 Resident of _________
Line 11. Last Name (monatgue)

2007-12-03 08:34:27 · 3 answers · asked by Cutie 4

*****

Everybody’s laughing at me,
My paper kite in the air,
Everybody’s pointing at me,
I hate the way that they stare,

Everybody says I’m crazy,
Me, with maniacal mind,
Everybody sees me hazy,
Ann me, without spectacles, blind,

Everybody’s gone inside now,
Looking for places to hide,
Everybody’s going to say “wow!”,
I just hope I do not get fried,

Everybody knows of my fame,
Lightning bolt called from a cloud,
Everybody now’s heard my name aloud,
With a tip of the hat and a bow.

*****

2007-12-03 08:32:00 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

There is kids outside wanting to play
wake up ,my child
But Father last time I was out there they pushed me down .
My dear one it doesnt matter how many times they push you down in life .........Its how many times you can get back up and try again .
So forget those brewsses whip off your tears put a smile on that face off yours and show how big of a girl you can be.

2007-12-03 07:44:48 · 2 answers · asked by saveitok 6

It’s become a habit now
To speak my thoughts in verse
This state of mind must occur
As cure for some small curse
For, when I speak in metaphor,
Although the words are true
Not one of those who reads the work
Shall think the meaning through

2007-12-03 07:38:27 · 13 answers · asked by kleptomanic sheep 5

*****

Pond’s full of frogs, croak, ribbitt
Waterbug tongue snappers…hiccup
Lilly pad lounges beneath weeping willow
Rainwater drips to mud puddling

Cozy oasis, this place is
Cat tail fence, slippery entrances
When vanguard goslings alarm
All in the pond, to the bottom

*****

2007-12-03 07:24:15 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

untitled
*****

Trapped in a box with rocks and socks,
Disturbed blurbs with verbs,
Un-hushed gush of mush to flush,
Spatter chatter, spray paint splatter,

Unfold billfold, ink jar fulfilled,
Wrinkle, crinkle paper sprinkle,
Hereto imbue, blotter redo,
Hash and mash, proof unabashed,

Edit, check it, send it, print it,
Jam and cram, slander in it,
Headline deadline, blackmail limit,
Tabloid humanoid, come and get it…

*****

2007-12-03 06:58:22 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous