Poetry

preferably by robert frost, but really it could be by anyone

2007-11-19 16:25:00 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Ok, I am having trouble understanding the literal and metaphorical meaning of these poems.
My thesis is, "Because each poet had their own attitude towards science, it allows you to imagine what they were like as a person."

"Sonnet - To science" By Edgar Allan Poe

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or deem thee wise?
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Has thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

By Emily Dickinson

"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see --
But Microscopes are prudent
in an Emergency

2007-11-19 15:23:07 · 3 answers · asked by The Fluorescent Dalai Lama 2

I've been feeling emo lately, so here is a collection of all of my emotions rolled in one:

Battle between,
Smoldering ashes,
Dust of bone sigh
Sky's bright eye.

Son of the sea banished,
Golden triumph.
Broken soul,
No winning, nor goal.

Moonshine spark,
Fireworks blaze,
Fight of father right,
Star's unblessed night.

Tired of life,
Caterpillar trapped in cucoon,
Foot steps passing time,
Love is a crime.

I can't really explain what it means to me because it's so complicated...tell me what you really think about it.

2007-11-19 14:53:11 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

i dedicate this to all of my suitors.

let me be
let me become
let me join the wind
let me tell the story of how i reached the sun

dont try to hold my hand
dont attempt to take my breath away
dont stand in the way
close your lips
let me forget that you are near

for this soul has been floating around to find the questions
for my mind is settled on an unending adventure
my possibilities have been discovered
your attention is now only seen as futile

too late, i no longer feel alone
i am satisfied on my own
ive realized the truth of completing
the self before attempting to move out of it


let me be.... for i am free


....question is, have you ever felt the need to be single in your life, like you dont want anyone to be loving you romantically at a certain period of time, i dont know if there is something wrong in my head or im just afraid to love, what do you think of this poem

2007-11-19 14:47:44 · 6 answers · asked by haringmarumo 6

2007-11-19 14:35:47 · 3 answers · asked by Simfany Aka DyM3 3

i dont really care what the subject is but i just CANT do it >_< its homework and ive been trying to make this sonnet for like an hour. its gotta have 10 syllables per line...HELP!!!

2007-11-19 14:31:21 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I walk to my window and look out at the rain why because the rain drop or my tears the rain cry for me. because I'm so tired of crying my eye can rest now and let the rain drop pure down,I open the door and walk out in to my tears of rain drop falling all over me I look up in the sky and close my eyes and the rain i could feel the rain falling on my heart each drop was like a knot on the door but there was no answer because my heart never answer the knot of the rain drop my heart was to hurt I guess my poor heart did not want the rain to see the tear falling down on my littler red

2007-11-19 13:56:00 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

thnx if u can help and one more its called "rhymed poetry"

2007-11-19 13:34:13 · 1 answers · asked by Simfany Aka DyM3 3

Love is a mystery on
Top of my feet and I
will keep on walking
to loves beat

love messes with your mind
Leaves you no were to hide
Than when all is said and
done leaves you behind

O but love is so
sweet although it hard
To walk to its beat
But if you do it right
With out any fight
than some one might
walk behind


so start your feet
Walking and maybe
You will meat
some one marching
to the same love beat

2007-11-19 12:46:51 · 8 answers · asked by Lily Sawyer 1

Bitter love, a violet with its crown
of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions,
spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come
to conquer my soul? what via delorosa brought you?

Why did you pour your tender fire
so quickly over my life's cool leaves?
Who pointed the way to you? what flower,
what rock, what smoke showed you where I live?

Because the earth shook -it did- that awful night;
then dawn filled all the goblets with its wine;
the heavenly sun declared itself;

while inside, a ferocious love wound around
and around me- till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword
slashing a seared road through my heart

--
I need help finding the figurative language in the poem, and saying how it helps the theme. Even a few examples would be fine if the whole thing can't be done.

2007-11-19 12:29:15 · 2 answers · asked by Franchoy De Rockefeller 1

no edgar alln poe shell silverstein is prefered

2007-11-19 12:13:48 · 1 answers · asked by moniquexohlala 4

I've come to a revelation,
after a little contemplation,
and the realization,
that I am Faith.
Ain't nobody but me,
can truly be,
what it is to be.
The world is what it is,
can't nobody stop this,
so don't try to twist,
and tangle,
from different angles,
of this tainted mind,
that is mine,
and it is divine,
cause I'll be just fine.
The battle that I fought,
in me has been brought,
to an abrupt end.
So now I can begin,
a whole new journey,
that you'll soon see,
is the defiance,
of alliance,
within me.
The mind has been notified,
that the heart has lied,
and defied,
what is suppose to be real and true.
Now a girl must do,
what a girl must do.
Acknowledge the few,
that didn't try to stop the rapture,
or capture,
the released,
and unleashed,
wild heart of a mentally inclined,
but spiritually declined,
girl.
This is my world.
And as it has been spoken, from many a time and a time,
but rarely defined,
cause it has been confined,
welcome to…my tainted mind.

2007-11-19 12:11:13 · 3 answers · asked by Cathy 4

2007-11-19 11:51:29 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

sorry mom for all the things i did you wrong
sorry that i grew up way too fast
its too late now thats past
sorry for all the times i made you worry
sorry i grew up in such a hurry
sorry for the times i came home late
sorry my attitude wasnt great
sorry i never got good grades in school
sorry im such a fool
sorry i took the wrong path
sorry i never did the math
sorry i expected too much
sorry i used you as a crutch
sorry for all the time i got high
sorry for all the times i had to lie
sorry i ever said you werent fair
but mostly just thank you for being there

2007-11-19 11:23:19 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Can someone please help me, and give one example of a blank verse poem im completely lost?
i know you have to stress some parts and unstrress but can u plz give an example atleast 2 sentence

2007-11-19 10:24:22 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Prey

The arrows fly by, missed,
My flesh kissed, grazed,
They will persist, hunting me,
I hear grunting, they’re slow;
And I, unwanting to die…run.

*****

2007-11-19 08:21:14 · 6 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

*****
Out! Up! Down!

Escalator ups and downs,
Each platform leads to another,
No sales floor, no exit door,
Just landing after landing after landing,

Elevator door ajar,
Stuck between two floors,
Stairwell locked, barred and blocked
Crimson rope line circles and circles,

Run against cascading steps,
Folding one into the other,
Out at the top, in at the bottom,
Leap entire flights, in flight, alight

Exhausted heap upon the floor,
I cannot climb up or down anymore,
I’ll wither and die, right here in isle five,
Fifth store, fifth floor, fifth door,

*****

2007-11-19 07:58:39 · 3 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I really wanna be a writer in the worst possible way. I've always known since I was very little, that one day, I'd be a writer, and all of my pain, and mental hurts/anguishes would be understood, and sense would be made out of it. I want to write about everything... ANYthing and EVERYthing, and spoil my friends and family with wonderful things and vacations when I get lots of cash from it. I'm really excited, and passionate about my hobbies, esp. writing, drawing, and art. I'm creating new techniques of artistry and painting, and I'm really psyched about it. So, you think I'll sell lots of stuff? I'll add links to my poetry later, when I post another question similar to this one. Thanks for reading this folks, and please respond honestly. I write about love, life, tragedy, romance, God, grief, hatred, uncertainty, psychology, and lots of other topics. I'm quit diverse, actually. But I need a job right now, to tide me over till I do what I REALLY wanna make money for: Writing.

2007-11-19 07:38:11 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

empty regret

Somewhere in the vicinity of us,
Where I will not hear, not a single word.
I keep this flame of bitterness and hate,
It will keep my warm till my dying day.

Burning my candle at both ends,
One less flame awaits the dawn.
Living in a world of what has been said,
AllI know is I feel cold and I feel dead.

Seated on the edge, of all that is left,
I am but a shell full of empty regret.
I stand and I watch the remains of my soul,
Mixed in with anger, a crimson flow,

I know I wasted, all of my life,
Please, just this once be honest with me.
I'll take it back, all the waste that is mine,
Just do what is right and claim all of your own.

I will hang on to all of the pain, a token of our hate,
Become my sin, a blde with which to pierce my skin.
Free from the damned, that pulls us down.
Covered with blood, what becomes of us now.

2007-11-19 07:06:19 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Résumé by Dorothy Parker
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live

what is the point of view of this poem?
who is speaking in the poem and to whom?
what is he/she telling to other person?

2007-11-19 06:47:36 · 9 answers · asked by lavenderedolphinluvermashimaro89 2

My english teacher asked us to read the poem, The Kracken. after she told us to write a page long story on how the Kracken, came to live under the sea. but i don't know what to right. PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

2007-11-19 06:46:22 · 1 answers · asked by Arbid B 2

bleeding trees

Endless, mindless agony is running,
From out my bloodshot eyes.
Standing on a frozen lake,
A lake of my own icy tears.

The first light of spring,
The dark gloom of winter.
All of it has been for real,
Except for the death of fall.

Her body long forgotten,
Covered up by rotting leaves,
On the banks I cry for you,
On the banks of the bleeding trees.

The snow whips my depression,
You pass away before my very eyes.
I have never really understood,
Why you doubt my deep and trusting love.

2007-11-19 06:45:54 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

just to sleep
now
no emotions,
to clog the mind,
to put into words,
just rest,

to rest is something ,
that the mind,
can not define.

2007-11-19 05:17:39 · 6 answers · asked by dorian 3

explain what the poet is actually trying to say in each stanza

2007-11-19 05:00:08 · 2 answers · asked by zex333 1

This seems to be one of the poems on President's Day? But no info is available on other poems by the same poet.

2007-11-19 03:25:17 · 1 answers · asked by ? 1

2007-11-19 01:49:16 · 1 answers · asked by R.Mohan 1

SOOTHING SMOOTHIES

so stressed?
speak silence!
search stillness.
stay solemn.
seek sincerity.
seize serenity.
shoot for sierra.
sink into siesta.
succumb to solitude.
seek out shelter.
search for seclusion.
start sensing.
savor sushi.
see sunrise.
sense sensibility.

2007-11-19 01:25:48 · 11 answers · asked by Dark Dickinsonian 4

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2007-11-18 23:21:44 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

In Ferlinghetti's poem "Reading Apollinaire by the Rouge River," at the end it reads:
"As I sit reading a French poet
whose most famous poem is about
the river that runs through the city
taking time & life & lovers with it
and none returning
none returning"
I have read Apollinaire and tried researching this but still cannot figure out which poem he is referring to. Does anyone know?

2007-11-18 19:23:59 · 2 answers · asked by littlerickaroo 1

This was a poem I read many years ago. Probably about in the 1970's or 80's. One line reads: Beacuse no horns will blow. Another something like this: Don't think the task your doing is insignificant or small

2007-11-18 18:31:56 · 2 answers · asked by praying_mom2002 1