Poetry

I was abused, she says out loud
I was hurt, she whispers now
I was once loved, she's crying now
I'm sitting behind her, I know her pain
To be hurt once, then again and again
I want to reach out
I want to hold her
I want her to know that somebody cares
But something inside me jumps back at the thought
That I would consider reliving the day that I was abused
Just another cold night, yesturday

Anony D

2007-11-26 11:46:16 · 36 answers · asked by Anonymous

This is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

In your opinion what is he saying? (I know the answer and I will tell you after i here your thoughts.)
What did this poem make you feel? Laughter, madness etc.

2007-11-26 11:24:34 · 8 answers · asked by Gerald G 1

2007-11-26 11:24:33 · 1 answers · asked by SuperCobra 1

2007-11-26 09:31:32 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-11-26 09:28:32 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

,,i sit in quiet,
shimmering in the stage lights,
,in waiting of breath
to bring me to life.

a verse
,i play
a waiting chorus
to follow.

sing so soft so sweet
so low
or
or with the gliss of grace
the heart will fly.

my notes are dainily,delictately
,,,,,gentle,
whispered.
as you move up
my body
i possess shrillness
enough to break glass.

D.

2007-11-26 08:39:11 · 5 answers · asked by dorian 3

what do you think? i personally feel it's a bit clumsy, but i always like to see if the world agrees. and can you think of a title, apart from the obvious? (i am going to think of my own, btw, before anyone starts on at me for not doing my own poetry)

This precious diamond heart of mine
Is only made of glass
It sparkles like the real thing
But lacks eye-catching class
It doesn’t take emotion well
Or, that’s how it seems
The happiness just seems to slide
Away from the deceptive gleam
So why, then, will this glass heart crack,
If feeling cannot be?
Perhaps some misconception here
Something I cannot see?

2007-11-26 08:25:03 · 14 answers · asked by kleptomanic sheep 5

a day in the life...


Frozen limbs today
Shaking from winter's shock blast
Stay inside all day


The feel of your thigh
Taught and soft at the same time
Sexy and a dream


Lost again with you
Two hearts beating with desire
Your eyes, no escape


Take me down with you
Nestled between your legs now
I feel your hot fire

Why does love vanish
How can it just disappear
It's time is over


The earth does feel pain
At times she cries for days
With anger comes fire

2007-11-26 04:03:03 · 9 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

2007-11-26 02:24:14 · 7 answers · asked by Huma 2

"Grandaughter"
Snow flakes fall as reminders
joys of December will soon be upon us
just as each snow flake's print differs
each December holds eventful memories
on the nineth day of December, in 1993
that precious, joyful event was-you!
refreshing as a Spring bouqet
a waited for after a long winter's chill.

2007-11-25 23:51:24 · 24 answers · asked by jenny 7

I looked around
The sky was interesting
The moon was in the white sky and the sun was going down

I looked around
There were comforters and comfortees
I was suppose to be a comforter

I looked around like a tourist
as if the funeral-to-be was a spectacle
I was in my role of observer
and I saw my co-worker’s white face
without makeup was still quite pretty
Did her grief add to or subtract from her beauty?

I saw the mounds of dirt
some with flowers and some without
I tried not to think what it meant
what those mounds of dirt meant

The wife of the dead man fainted
I had been told that she didn’t love her husband
Then I remembered my friend telling me
the dead man took too long to die
the family prayed for his death

2007-11-25 21:55:23 · 3 answers · asked by happy inside 6

Family pictures

I see your family pictures...
you are one happy family indeed
i imagine the occasions you have...
must be really heart warming...
the smiles, the laughters and cheers!
how fortunate you all are...
that it sends tears in my eyes!
i shiver at the realization of my own misfortune!
a sharp and bitter pain i can't explain...
it brings me down to my knees!
i bite my nails... i am speechless...
it amazes me...
how life works...
it shatters me to the core!

2007-11-25 21:17:18 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

I found this poem that i wrote in high school. I enjoyed it, but that may just be because i wrote it.

He fled the field so full of flowers
to fight disdainful fiends and powers
he loaded lead and ****** his head
and saw the soldiers, still as towers

He looked upon, with cyclops' eye
one day his brother, now doomed to die
his brother ne'er returned the stare
nor thought to cry and wonder why
betrayed, begotten, be all forgotten
frail life lives on, for strong men die

honest feedback, guys. I wrote this thing about fifteen years ago. I won't be insulted if you say it sucks.

2007-11-25 20:34:41 · 5 answers · asked by geoff g 1

..something along the lines of
"dear people of the future
you didn't write this poem, i did" ??

sound familiar to anyone??

2007-11-25 17:09:07 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

the blizzard whips the bare earth,
the sun is long gone
awaiting rebirth

Miles away the bird sings
longing for light
It is a cold night tonight

2007-11-25 16:45:44 · 1 answers · asked by apho 3

2007-11-25 16:35:34 · 1 answers · asked by Rami C 1

This is a revised version of
"ode to real life"

ode to a deadbeat dad

I shouldn't have to stoop to your level
My life was perfect until you reared your ugly head

I scream for salvation only I hear nothing
every time you whine you get your way

I do my best to work against the devil
Raising a child and wondering why

Why did it had to be this way?

I continue to try and make a living
while you hide and stay far away

You have all the attention while I sit along the lines
You get the answers while I still have the questions

One being why you continue to hide

I never thought that I would have to be
so hypocritical and so very mean
but life has showed me this

I was the civil one until you came along
You make me wish I never did bare you a son
My world was fine until you took charge

Why the hell do you have to make life so hard?

I pray for forgiveness every time
I feel I do or say something wrong

But now it's time I open up!
I hope you're listening to my words!

I pray for my son's future hoping that you
won't try to make him listen to your garbage

I hope that they find you and you get what's coming your way

If only you were different and didn't have your doubts
I would have been married and we would have had a life

but things just did not work that way
you took what trust I had

you took me to your family and although I feel its sad
they stuck up for you no matter what while I had to struggle to this day

sometimes I feel like you're the one who really ruined my life
but when looking back in hindsight I see that this is not true

for as it is said it takes two to tango
when I see your face I want to tell you

Screw you and all your pride
which you so shamefully show
making us feel like outcasts

is this your idea of a perfect world?

For every beginning there is an end
so here's to you and all your kind
may god have mercy on you
when it becomes your time

Danielle N Calhoun
© November 24, 2007

2007-11-25 15:32:27 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Odysseus and the butterfly.

Brave Odysseus regarded sea
in each direction. Bright and blue, the bowl
of sky relaxed upon the hazy lost horizon.
Land lay long beyond the vanishing point
of vision everywhere. The prison
of Odysseus stretched far as eye
could see all tones of circling blue.
He floated on his back and stared
at empty heaven with a speechless pang
and raised a weary arm.

And then a tiny miracle unveiled
its wings for gaunt Odysseus.
A black and yellow butterfly alighted right
between his anguished eyes and rested for
a heartbeat, fanning dazzling wings.
Odysseus began to laugh in awe,
which sent the creature back along its flitting way.

He looked from where it came and laughed again,
and courage flooded back into his heart;
and thus he sang inside his soul,
“This butterfly means land is near.
I saw this very kind, the kind I played
with as a boy at home around the lemon trees,
the ones whose wings I spread from tip to tip,
black head and back and shoulders; yellow wing

2007-11-25 14:00:05 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

what is the poem "The Triumph of Infidelity" by Timothy Dwight about?

2007-11-25 13:22:54 · 1 answers · asked by Ollie 1

Love or Hate

It's a feeling I have tried
but can't explain
How can one person bring me so much joy
but leave me with pain?
My heart and my mind
can't seem to agree
Is it love or hate
is the question for me
They have brought me
pain, tears and sorrow
But they'll bring me love
and joy tomorrow
Hate is such a strong word
but love is blind
I try to understand the feelings
that run through my mind
When I see them
my heart skips a beat
I think it's love,
or is it deceit?
I try to piece together the puzzle
of my heart which you have rearragned
But how can I, when day to day
the pieces are changed
Somedays I love you but on others
what I feel for you is hate
Haters or lovers,
what is our fate?
I suppose all I can do is hope
and give it time
I can't even understand the
feelings that are mine
I'll try to answer the question
in time while I wait
For you, do I hate to love, or
love to hate?

2007-11-25 12:40:26 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am frustrated because I don't understand what this poem means. THE LAST LINE MAKES NO SENSE.

“The Sleep of Adam”-John Hejduk

While Eve waited

Inside of Adam

She was his

Structure

Her volume

Filled him

His skin hung

On Eve’s form

When God

Released her

From Adam

Death rushed in

Preventing collapse

I could not understand what this poem is really trying to say? Please Help

2007-11-25 12:33:24 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I need to memorize a Sonnet and really need help!

2007-11-25 10:33:17 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

my space

Deep down inside was where I would hide,
No one to talk to, no one to confide.
I would hide there for hours even days,
It all depended on what had come my way.

The beatings became routine, which made them worse,
They tried to get me to cry, I'd rather leave in a hearse.
I just went to my space, and there is where I would cry,
To show them that weakness, I might as well die.

The most revolting, the lying two-faced priest,
He was the one, the most hideous beast.
When I would see him I would violently shake,
I would feel like I was drowning deep in a lake.

The only place that I felt that I was safe at all,
A very small space inside my head, no one would call.
For days I might stay in there, for as long as it took,
My space inside of hell, I just layed there and shook.

2007-11-25 10:31:10 · 10 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Logic and might, faith turned like a mill
The world not full of anything evil
Because nothing evil would be created
But what is the source of pain and death?
Is it illusion? It must be
Childlike, making assumptions of a good world
If it makes me feel better, what wrong is there?
To consider others as real, one would have to be omniscent
A terrible blasphemy and doing unto others all along
One step away from meddling-assuming that it is being taken care of
As an angel might ask God to be its slave
But without being so needy

2007-11-25 10:19:48 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I have no idea what it means and I can't find much info on it.

2007-11-25 09:34:51 · 1 answers · asked by Noe 2

2007-11-25 01:57:09 · 1 answers · asked by mark s 1

roses are red
violets are blue
come here baby
i love you

2007-11-24 21:08:29 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

he was my best friend and i loved him soo much we did everything together.
so if any one can help me write a poem about him that would be great.
♥

2007-11-24 20:42:34 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

Sylvia Plath

2007-11-24 20:04:40 · 6 answers · asked by wettwinz 1

help me analyze this verse by Alexander Pope:

FROM THE ESSAY OF MAN:

1. Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is but always to be blest.
Epistle 11. 95-96

2. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Ibid., 11. 217-220

3. Honor and shame no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
Epistle IV, 11. 193-194
4. A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man is the noblest work of God.
Ibid. 11. 247-248

2007-11-24 19:20:02 · 2 answers · asked by fArReN 2