Poetry

Thoughts Please

AUBREY

Hey there, shy girl,
I used to be you.
Afraid to dance in public,
afraid to tie my name
to anything.
I know all too well
the fear that's in your eyes.
It's a look that scars forever.
How do you keep that mask of joy
when inside you are enslaved?
Why do you cling to me
whenever we embrace?
Hey there, shy girl,
there's a secret you're not telling.
Are you hurting again?
You told me once you cut yourself
and showed me the marks.
Was he worth it?
I would never hurt you.
I would promise you the world,
give you everything you need.
We'd be everything together...everything together...everything...
together.
Hey there, shy girl,
I think I'm in love.
I think I'm in love
with you.

2007-11-30 05:59:49 · 5 answers · asked by Evadne Soleil 6

*****
Mist on the moor
Shrouds the boatmen,
Have they come to loot or linger,
I point a finger, and wail the alarming call.

Men behind masks
Hide intentions,
As I listen, friend or foe unsignaled,
I raise my pistol, a fist full of lead is my answer.

Cease fire you oaf!
It’s the Lord Mayors boat!
I throw down my gun, and run for a mile,
All the while, knowing I cannot go home again.
*****

2007-11-30 05:44:00 · 7 answers · asked by Ha'ole Boy! 2

I usually send mine to Poetry.com for the free copywrite. I also send some to a company in England. Poetry. com offers CD's with your poetry critiqued by a so-called professional poetry reader. OMG! They fouled up the meaning of my poem (below), read it wrong, added words I didn't write (UGH! like THE rain...not rain), and even compared my poem to John Keats, saying it was about earth, when it wasn't. It's about abortion! They had the nerve to call it full of vitality, when the dang butterfly was stepped on and killed!!!!!
Do you think these so-called professionals know wtf they're talking about?????


Pretty Butterfly, Don't Cry
Like stepping on a butterfly
Who is wet and cannot fly,
And on the sidewalk, trying to dry,
Knowing rain, the reason why
That its own beauty could not shine
Until the tears of God's great sky
Would set it free, so sparkles climb,
And come to shallow human eyes.
But so, it never did arrive,
That its life could live, but died.
And all that flashed within its mind,
Was that love didn't come this time,
As the whim of foot declined.
Oh, don't cry, pretty butterfly!
Your life, snuffed out, not defined!
Never mind. Go ahead and cry.


Tracy L. Richards
Copyright ©2007 Tracy L. Richards

2007-11-30 05:17:24 · 7 answers · asked by xenypoo 7

'Untitled'

Did you make the big mistake?
Was the good advice a fake?
Were you swayed by the media?
Did you just get the wrong idea?
Did you play roulette with an automatic?
Was the Reaper just too charismatic?
Whatever it was that happened here
I didn’t want you to disappear

2007-11-30 05:12:47 · 12 answers · asked by kleptomanic sheep 5

You can hear a live version of the song here, if it helps: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNvePvMJYqs

The entire lyrics are here: http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858681221

It's a sweet little song about getting his hair cut by a former Iraqi woman in her apartment. In the song, he says:

"Your hands are soft
your hands are soft just like silk
You're a drop of blood
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk "

I'm trying to figure out what he means by 'a drop of blood in my glass of milk' - what this is meant to symbolize or represent.

What do you think it means?

2007-11-30 02:59:42 · 2 answers · asked by Maureen 7

*****

I often wonder if my dreams
Are unique to me, alone
Intense, Swirling, Thrashing, Rolling
Colors turn to piercing tones
Strain to snap myself awake,
Break the vapors, Blue delusion,
Twisting, Turning, Searing, Burning
Stagnant time, true illusion
Move just once, my fingers clutch
That subtle twitch that means so much,
Grasping, holding, eye's molding,
Is she there,
Bodies touch,
Blink and think,
To the sunlight I reach,
Do I see you, shining, glowing, stop the flowing,
The battle has been won, "I'M AWAKE!"

*****

2007-11-30 02:34:23 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Thoughts Please

TIME...

Experience the minute,
promise yourself to do something
within the small amount of time
that will be remembered for eternity.
Remind yourself that you need not
impact by what you do in time,
but by who you are
in time.
A single second can turn
a enemy to an ally,
a life to a memory,
a friend to a lover.
Do not hold time in your hands
where it will slip and fall
through the cracks of your
fragile control.
Throw it to the wind
announcing your denouncement of inhibition.
Watch it return,
placing itself as your friend...
instead of your servant.

2007-11-30 01:47:53 · 8 answers · asked by Evadne Soleil 6

2007-11-30 01:39:04 · 10 answers · asked by Ha'ole Boy! 2

"You didn't say there would be essays on the test."

2007-11-30 01:05:20 · 1 answers · asked by Ha'ole Boy! 2

*****

My Shoebox

What wondrous things my shoebox beholds
Spilling allover with poems and prose
Napoleon’s there, and Genghis the Khan
Shillelagh, Hockey Stick, Sorcerer’s Wand

I’m riffling through it, you see
I’ve lost something in there, of me
I can’t seem to find it
I know I designed it
It’s probably old…and fil’thy

Close to the bottom, it’s there
Next to a lock of my true lover’s hair
The edges are worn, creasers, torn
A sad look of forlorn
Mom’s mirror reflection,
It’s me

*****

2007-11-30 00:59:14 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Train on Time

Check my watch
Lean over the rail
Look down the track
Around the platform

Papers swirl
As little tornadoes
The old man coughs
Girls teasing the boys

A very long time
The old man died
The girls grew up
Litter still cyclones

I know my train’s number
1956
Starting there
For fifty years.

*****
Deadline

Punch
The clock
Measures of time
Persist
Carry on
Please rhyme
Provide
Us details
Of foreign travails,
Of music,
Of laughter,
Of wine

Bring us
A player
Piano
Bring us
A riddle
Entwined
Bring us
Some feathers
Some small glowing embers
From far away place
Sublime

*****

2007-11-30 00:55:19 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

Hello: where can i find inspirational poems by famous poets? any suggestions? I am looking for 3 poems.

and any suggestions for inspirational scenes from movie?

any suggestions welcomed

thank you

2007-11-30 00:28:13 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

please its due next week.

2007-11-29 23:50:17 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Good Morning! *


Half cup sleepy
Pre-dawn
Three teaspoons
Silvered dew
Twelve Lady Bugs'
Good wishes
'Corn Flake's'
Cock-A-Doodle-Do!

Two cups slanting
Sunlight
One bushel golden
Leaves
Set on Fall
All day long...

This Good Morning
Is for you!


Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-11-29 23:46:35 · 8 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

help! i think i won something coz they keep emailing me!! but i have no idea!

2007-11-29 23:13:57 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Oh! somewhere in this favored land men put up a fight,

People are crying somewhere, and somewhere there is fright.

And somewhere kids are creeped out, and somewhere men are ??????? ;
Though Mudville celebrates-mighty Casey has "Struck Out."


Ok I need help with this.I need to change this. I already did the first part, all I need is the part with the question marks and the last stanza.
I am supposed to have Casey hit a home run at the end but have the same rhythm as the original poem and it has to rhym and have the same amount of syllables.

Here is the original poem stanza:

Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville-mighty Casey has "Struck Out."

2007-11-29 15:37:21 · 2 answers · asked by ♥♡stephi♡marie♡♥ 2

Has anyone read the poem "my old man" by Charles Bukowaski? If you have could you please tell me the theme and exactly what the poem is about? Thank you very much.

2007-11-29 15:30:42 · 6 answers · asked by John 2

I read a poem on Veterans day about young soldiers and how they weren't "dry behind the ears," how they were too young to drink a beer, and just barely out of high school, but were going off to war. I have no idea who the author of the poem was. I need to use a poem for a paper about young soldiers, and I can't seem to find the poem anywhere. If you have any idea what this poem may be, or have any other ideas for me, your help would be appreciated!

2007-11-29 15:17:54 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

anyone have one

2007-11-29 15:04:10 · 2 answers · asked by Batman 3

How can you tell the difference between stressed & unstressed?! IM SO CONFUSED. i dont even know how to figure it out. i never even learned this!

2007-11-29 14:35:37 · 5 answers · asked by cupcakes 3

Different.

Get me out.

Out of this body.

Im to different.

Different isn't good.

Not in this town.

Everyone stares.

Stares at my difference.

Why.

I wish i were the same.

Same as everyone else.

Everyone is so pretty.

Prettier than me.

Smarter than me.

Better than me.

I'm a no one.

Nobody cares.

Because i'm different.



So...what do you think?

2007-11-29 13:10:14 · 5 answers · asked by Mahøgany 4

Just Because

Just because you wouldn't see
your eyes can only cry

Just because you wouldn't say
your voice can only sigh

Just because you wouldn't listen
your ears ring with goodbye

Just because you wouldn't touch
your arms are now empty

Just because you wouldn't care
you can feel no joy

Just because you wouldn't help
you carry the weight alone

Just because you wouldn't give
your treasures have no worth

Just because you wouldn't love
your heart's forever cold

Just because you wouldn't share
You face death alone

Just because you wouldn't change
you've lost your soul forever

2007-11-29 12:45:18 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

can anyone tell me what genre of literature he was, and about his lifestyle(professional and personal)?

:]

2007-11-29 12:42:55 · 2 answers · asked by mandy , 1

i need more info on the web, or thoughts that you have, or even a book that talks about the poem, any suggestions please

2007-11-29 12:21:32 · 2 answers · asked by spider 1

No one is here
Nothing inside
A whisper to deaf
Beauty to blind
A portrait of one she once loved
twice broken
lies heavy on your heart
She suffers like a true artist
Dying for her art
Lying under the tree
She lies under you
Both feeling empty
Both dying new
Soft pain, like wind
blows over them
dull aching at their hearts
Regret like water covers them
fills their empty parts
flowing over broken glass
inside their broken souls
gently flows from empty eyes
In the water, death resides

2007-11-29 12:02:14 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

Crash!
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

She gets my motor running early.
My fluids have been checked.
I had a tuneup,
My tires have be realigned.
I have a full tank.
She starts me up and,
Takes me for a spin through the countryside.
My odometer is reaching speeds,
That cause me to shake.
Still she hits the gas,
My engine roars.
She's been driving me for years.
We never crash.
Man, oh man, I love her so.

2007-11-29 11:31:16 · 12 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

I have to read a poem infront of my class on monday. it cant be to long or to short. it can be about anything aproprtiate for a grade 8*

2007-11-29 11:16:25 · 4 answers · asked by Nabeela Was Here 5

A person just came home from seeking work. This person is stressed out all he has in his pockets is lint and some dirt. All this person has to his name is a pair of old pants some torn shoes and a dirty shirt. Hungry this person was his stomach hurt. He’s in this situation because he has lost his job recently. At night time he had not paid the bills so the lights turn off suddenly. He had no money so he did not pay the rent for two months so he lost his home. This person has no one so this person was cold and alone. This person begs on the street but comes out with no money to show. Worried he was because he had no place to go. It’s hard to stay kind and humble when you have hunger, no one, and no place to go. So this person robs a hard working man. It’s was wrong he understands but now glad because he has finally money in his hands. This person finally starts alcohol and drugs because of the frustration of having no land. Drugs to this person becomes high demand. This person robs more frequently. This person does drugs more frequently. This person did not mean this to happen intentionally but he is damaged emotionally and mentally. Eventually the drugs affect him physically. It is easy to judge but hard to live with no house no friends no family no spouse. Judge you can but would you choose the same decision this person chose? Would you do the things this person did if you had no money no food no clothes?

2007-11-29 11:10:01 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am in sixth grade

no love, war , or dramatic
and it has to be at least one min. long

2007-11-29 10:42:29 · 2 answers · asked by samm 2

I'm concerned about the archaic words in a poem I wrote. Obviously, I don't talk like this every day. If there's any English majors out there that would be willing to point out my errors, I would be most grateful... Here are the portions:

“Lilith, Lilith, thou hast wrought lust of Adam’s heart
By your virginal disobedience, a cast of Lucifer’s art!”

“Shall not Lilith return justly to her true brethren?
Canst thou, Lord, once again mold the silt of the earth

Whence did thou find the ingredients of her dark soul—

Lo God! No beauty of the earth, nor flower of the lea

Saith he, “Didst thou abandon me, for thy kiss of the Red Sea?”

And the nude cherubim, who fell from the empyrean <--not whom, correct?

2007-11-29 10:40:52 · 1 answers · asked by zaichev 1