Poetry

I'd appreciate any comments, constructive criticism, or intelligently snide remarks on this poem...

Safety in Poetry

Begin with metaphor -
always metaphor, lest
something real emerge,
seeping through cracks between
layers of cynical,
crusted nothings.
Add hints of form,
glimpses of rhyme and
time to distract,
to tease,
to ease focus toward
shimmering surfaces.
Sprinkle in vocabulary -
insouciantly, never
pretentiously -
spice enough to
dazzle readers'
palates.
Top finally with
perspective,
narrator and
protagonist dancing from
line to line,
till no one can pin
accidental meanings on
the shifty,
evanescent poet.

2007-12-03 06:57:08 · 4 answers · asked by Jeff R 4

2007-12-03 04:31:09 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
It's raining lunch

Currents form deep,
Krill layers, temperature gradients,
Warm, then cold on warmer,
Saline piston, Gulf Stream driver,
What’s in the water is the ocean.
Codfish dominion, Baleen Whale,
And the Shark, master of all of it,
Lobster, Halibut, King Crab
Harvest their meals from the carnage above.

*****

2007-12-03 03:52:25 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Whale of a Bone

Baleen Sounders
Echoes, searching
Krill and plankton masses
Gulping seawater, nourished
Great Blue, Humpback
Breaching mass
Whale song, piercing shriek
Calling out, sobbing
Whale wail, long mating call
Tones ascend high, higher
Deep, black shadow
Steel up to her, penetrate
“Ouch! That’s not a girl! That’s a submarine!”

*****

2007-12-03 03:47:18 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I want to specially know the syllable structure.

2007-12-03 03:27:05 · 7 answers · asked by daisyfresh 2

The other night while we were sleeping
My wife says hunny someones peeping
I told her to go back to bed
I never heard just what she said

She got right up and went outside
She searched around and circled wide
Then I'm hearing someone yelling
Who is there, there's no way telling

But now he's in a strangle hold
And pretty soon, he'll be out cold
I start to pry away her fingers
He's looking blue, his life now lingers

I think she's watching too much wrestling
She's seen those holds, that now she's testing
The cops got here and jumped right in
Thats better then what could have been

From what the cops saw going here
And from what she said I could not hear
I quess they were not too impressed
Cause he was clothed, and her undressed

2007-12-03 03:18:32 · 2 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1

All Puppet's on Satan's String's
A policeman's gun strapped to his side,
hoping to find a reason to use it.
A teacher mixes truth with lies,
children are forced to believe.
Doctor's, Lawyer's and garbage collector's alike.
Your job just bores you,you know it.
But like a nymphomaniac whose never satisfied,
still you keep trying, til it gets you nowhere.
Psychology, always trying to correct me.
I had it right the first time.
The poeple in charge just shove me aside.
"What are you doing here?!!"
God's House has been turned into a circus.
Still they cry.
Coffee or Cocaine they're both the same.
You've got no one but yourself to blame.

2007-12-03 02:06:39 · 8 answers · asked by catsclaw 6

*****
Princess

Soup can telephone,
Flashlight semaphore,
Sawmill whisper, tap on the window,
Blinds parted, then pulled,
Golden curls on backlit pink curtains,
She cocks her head,
“What strange bird is this at my window?”

Come into the night with me.
Come to my castle, high up a tree!

Old window creaks,
Gently slides open,
Nightshirt rustles, vibrates my soul,
Fingers touch, then clasp,
A muffled giggle, swinging,
Those blue eyes,
What sort of cat has climbed my tree?

“I’m come to the night, called by you.”
“I’m here to be queen, King Brian Baru.”

Moonlight shadows,
Gentle warm breezes,
Hands exploring, lips elastic stroke,
Pulses racing, hearts embracing,
Leaves shaking, nocturnal,
Branches flexing,
Oak tree rendezvous, midnight entwined,

“How will we get down from this parapet?”
How can I ever forget such a silhouette?

*****

2007-12-03 01:48:40 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Break a Leg

Act 1, Scene 1.
Curtain up, queue the chorus.
Hope the audience adores my
Playwrite’s words,
Command performance.
Dramatic, comedic, somber, uproarious.
Long flowing hair.
Time’s turning leaf.
Canine clown ads comic relief.
Laughter, tears,
Intermission,
Whispered critiques, disbelief.

Act 3, Finale.
Heroes lost in a storm.
Nerves tingle, hearts warm.
Dying embrace, a kiss.
Applause, curtain calls.
Not a dry eye in the room.
Success!

*****

2007-12-03 01:47:16 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Spin around
Dancing white gown
Petticoat promenade
Winds me around a dancing white gown

White ribboned hair
Brushed cheeks with the breeze
Perfumed skin permeates
Air breathed in slowly
Whirls me around her dancing white gown
A touch of her hand
Softly, gently captures me
A chill up her arm
Enraptures me
While turning around with dancing white gown

*****

2007-12-03 01:44:31 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-03 01:42:24 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
I got a D on the Rorschach Test

Moth,
No…Mom?
Maybe Mohair Sweater?
Dragons?
No, they’re not real
Must be a escalator, Sigmund
An Urn?
No, vase, or is it vauze?
It’s not a frog?
I know that…
*****

2007-12-03 01:40:33 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Plant a seed

Every day you plant a seed. For every seed grows a flower. For every flower there is a person. Each person will receive a flower to keep. Every day you plant a seed. From that seed it will grow into a flower. From a flower it will bloom. Every day a person will gain or lose their flower. As time goes on, the sun begins to set over the horizon. A little girl whispers in the distance. “Daddy can I have a seed.” Daddy says “sure honey, you can have a seed. The little girl plants the seed in the dirt. Each day she waters the dirt. As she sings, “Every day I will plant a seed. From that seed God will show me his light. As my little flower will grow so will I”. In the distance there is another voice saying, “give your flowers to your friends and people you care about the most. So the little girl gathers her flowers and skips down the street passing the flowers out to her friends. Then again she hears a voice in the distance.

2007-12-03 01:37:29 · 2 answers · asked by princess 2

Do they follow any kind of routine or pattern? Im looking at poems by Rudyard Kipling and W.B. Yeats.

2007-12-03 01:35:32 · 2 answers · asked by tess_d2 2

......Monday Morning, Uh, Poem


Time to get up!
Drink that cup!
That strong, black brew!
Sunlight's new!

Rooster's are crowing!
North wind's blowing!
Get in your car!
Not to a bar!

Go to work!
All those perks!
Wait for afternoon!
Happy Hour is soon!

Good Morning!


Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-03 01:31:00 · 9 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

A filthy mouth under a spot light,
the laughter of the crowd feels
like razor's to her heart.
Bad jokes freely insult.

Lingering echoes in dreams,
she sleeps with an imaginary
gun to her head,
it helps her to fall asleep
in fear of waking to
something tangible.

Don't spill your guilt
to a sensitive heart.
Love can not penatrate
these echoes of rape.
Make an @ss of youself
with your filthy mouth.

2007-12-03 01:22:27 · 1 answers · asked by catsclaw 6

Driving

Out on the road
watching cars go by
some drive fast
while others go slow
just where they're going,
nobody knows.

They just keep driving
wherever they go,
polluting the air,
that's all I know.

Some go fast,
while others go slow.
Sometimes I drive,
I drive real slow.

Those who drive fast,
they let me know,
by giving me the finger
'cause I'm driving to slow.

Where we're all going,
still I don't know.
I'll try and be happy
wherever I go.

Those who drive angry,
let everyone know,
by giving the finger
wherever they go.

"Why do they hurry?"
I just don't know.
They just seem so angry,
wherever they go.

2007-12-03 00:48:35 · 3 answers · asked by catsclaw 6

It needs to have 5 stanzas, 4 lines each with 8-12 syllables each line . About how you can offer to the characters of the book as an act of empathy being a filipino-chinese

It's due on Tuesday . .. .. Please HELP me compose a poem about this!! or else,.. I'll FAIL English !!

2007-12-03 00:42:44 · 3 answers · asked by checkeredvans 1

also, what is the symbolic retribution of these?

2007-12-02 20:37:45 · 2 answers · asked by impersonal. 1

If anyone could give me some information on who publishes books of poetry that would be great.

Also, I need an idea on what I should send to the publishing house along with my poems. Like an essay about me, a photo of myself, and qualifications I have...stuff like that...

2007-12-02 14:14:00 · 5 answers · asked by Vanny 2

hey everyone!! i was at a forensics competition a couple of months ago and heard this fantastic poem in during poetry finals. all i can remember of it is a line: "rules of eden written on our backs" I know this is not a lot to go off of...believe me, Google couldn't even help me!!! If you could help me find this poem, I'll definitely appreciate it!!!!

2007-12-02 13:52:23 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

......An Old Fashioned Christmas


Crystaline laughter, greetings, and snowflakes.
Tinselled trees draped with ribbons, laces, and
Bows. Tiny, sparkling glasses of sherry.
Ladies in delicate chiffon. Berry

Woven wreaths of holly, juniper, wound
With silvered streamers, curling round the door
Open to all, this season of Good Will.
Winter not allowed, yet the outside chill

Accompanies merry, homeward bound guests.
Blazing fireplaces wait patiently to
Warm and cheer those opening the door. Frost
Breaths soon disappear. Parties are hosted

Each night of this Season. Friends not alone,
Family gathered again all at home.


Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-02 13:34:36 · 4 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

My Teacher Ate My Homework
My teacher ate my homework,
Which I thought was rather odd.
He sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.

He took a little nibble --
it's unusual, but true --
then had a somewhat larger bite
and gave a thoughtful chew.

I think he must have liked it,
for he really went to town.
He gobbled it with gusto
and he wolfed the whole thing down.

He licked off all his fingers,
gave a burp and said, "You pass."
I guess that's how they grade you
when you're in a cooking class.

-Kenn Nesbitt

2007-12-02 12:38:10 · 3 answers · asked by Nabeela Was Here 5

2007-12-02 12:35:07 · 3 answers · asked by your.halo.is.slipping 2

not one can touch me,
this is my space,
time to recharge.

nothing means,nothing to me.
this is my space,
time to recharge,,,,,,time to reflect.
dream in simple manner.
calm now,,just sleep.
good night.

dorian.

2007-12-02 12:21:06 · 10 answers · asked by dorian 3

Please! I need help for a research paper.

2007-12-02 12:11:57 · 2 answers · asked by Scarlet Mary Jane 1

It's about being in the desert,and it's during Christmas,and a stranger coming with a blanket of scarlet and gold,sleeping on cement so cold.Anyone heard of this one,PLEASE?

2007-12-02 11:16:54 · 2 answers · asked by gummyworm 3

does anyone know what this sonnet means?


Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.



cause i have to write an essay about what it means so help!!!!!

2007-12-02 11:14:42 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

i need a poem that shows how hard modeling is.

please be serious.

2007-12-02 11:06:10 · 2 answers · asked by hollisterCali 2

Death
by William Butler Yeats


Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.

also, what does it mean, exactly? i sort of understand it.. ugh. i dont know.


i really suck at figuring rhyme scheme/meter out.. so if somebody could tell me what it is AND explain how to tell.. that'd be great.
:]

2007-12-02 10:59:10 · 2 answers · asked by xxdigitalsapphirexx 1