Poetry

i need a 5-page interpretation of the poem " a psalm of life" by henry longfellow, anyone who can help me?thanks

2007-11-18 18:25:09 · 3 answers · asked by jhay 1

2007-11-18 17:48:26 · 5 answers · asked by gravybaby 3

Here I sit,
Broken hearted,
come to ....

2007-11-18 17:44:52 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

For you,
my watchguard, my friend.
though you are gone,
you will be remembered till the end.

So it's cutains to you,
a personality like a buffoon, and strength like a snowplow.
now I saw my final words,
while you take your final bow.

So it's curtains to you,
you are my breath of fresh air, and the loyal and the dependable.
so just go away, I'm done,
though you are still with me, like a cookie, you crumble.

Still, it's curtains to you,
"good girl," you've caught the frisbee.
always watching us in my room.
parting the deceased, it's not so easy.

With your tremendous tickling, and tasting tongue,
snooping around like a pirate searching for treasure.
Yes, it's curtains to you,
always beside me forever.

No, you can't leave,
not with your boogying booty and beautiful ears.
Don't let the curtains close,
not even through all these years.

Is it kinda girly for a 13 year old guy?
cant finish cause i don't have enough space.
i'll add the rest in details

2007-11-18 15:57:52 · 5 answers · asked by sdffasdfasfvasfewaaerqwer 1

I can never understand why poetry books don't sell. People will buy all guys of greeting cards, which is nothing but poetry. They will purchase music, which is nothing but poetry put to music. Support the arts..

2007-11-18 15:17:24 · 7 answers · asked by zpoetress 2

The good times
The bad times
THey wil never end
The bad times will haunt u
The good times will fad
The times u wish u chould change
The times u wish would never be rearanged
Time will never cece to end
And the world will never stop spinning
And some people will just never change
But the pepole that u love the most
Will never hold a gruge or bost
So just let go and never care
Just stop time and breath in air
Don't grow to fast it's not that fun
Just live life and envy no one
For u r the best u that there chould be
So don't be sad
Dont be a baby
You have it better than you can see
If u just stoped to look around and see that life is never bound
It is eternal like love and laugh
It is a star that will always shin
It's somethiing thats not yours or mine
Life is the world
Life is you and me
Life is everyone even the worst Person that u might envey
So just live it and don't question
Because it's to preciuse to wast a second

2007-11-18 15:00:45 · 2 answers · asked by Knockout Lovley 3

Defend your answer

2007-11-18 14:40:35 · 1 answers · asked by kiefersgirl4ever 2

OKAY I AM NOT VERY GOOD AND I HAVE NOT BEEN WRITING FOR VERY LONG BUT I REALLY LOVE IT AND I JUST NEED TO KNOW IF THERE IS ANY CHANCE OF ME BECOMING A WRITER?
It was raining. The swift wind blew briskly through the whispering tree tops. Ashlyn Kramer was a twelve year old girl. She stared thoughtfully out the drop-covered window, thinking intently about what she would do to keep herself from breaking down. One glistening tear dripped it's way down the side of her cheek. She was terrified at the thought that she would never see her father again; and she felt she may have done something to cause it. Ashlyn heard the door creak open. Tiny footsteps made their way into the room, standing by the bench where she was sitting; no longer alone. It was her little sister, Melody. She was only four years old and almost oblivious of the current tragedy. "Ashlyn", Melody asked in an almost whispered tone. Ashlyn could tell by her little sister's tone that she was about to ask a painful or uncomfortable question. "What is it", Ashlyn replied in an even-toned voice. "Will we..." She started again. "Will we ever see daddy again?" "I think so... someday.", Ashlyn replied in a hurt voice.
Silence.
"In Heaven, right?" Melody asked worriedly.
"Of course Melody." Ashlyn said finaly looking away from the window. That was Ashlyn's response; but she wasn't even quite sure herself of what she thought of that sort of thing. But of course she wouldn't want to worry or confuse her sister more than she already was. A flash of lightning was visble outside the window. It sent streaks of light shooting throughout the dark and nearly empty room. Ashlyn then saw that tears were gushing from her sister's eyes. She reached out and gave her a gentle hug. And there they both sat, on a bench in the cold, dark room. Gazing at the gloomy window and out into the night sky; sadly thinking about there father's sad and sudden death- but at least they had each other. A few moments later, they were both fast asleep.

2007-11-18 14:24:35 · 24 answers · asked by Anonymous

I think that it was Cholera. Why do you think so?

2007-11-18 12:58:12 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I sit alone to think of life, and ponder what to do.
To wait for just the perfect man, or share it now with you.
Protected from the world around, I've kept it close to me.
I want to know what other's feel, I wish this thing to be.
Afraid of what is sure to come, but longing stirs me deep.
To feel what women everywhere, have dreamed of in their sleep.
For since the world began it's spin, it's been a fact of life.
This thing has been the cause of wars, a constant source of strife.
I wonder if this fear I feel, will cease when I give in.
The fear my life forever more, might crave this lovely sin.
The men I know all say to me, "My dear, let me be first".
My mind and heart are now at odds, my body feels the thirst.
A longing in the depths of me, to know pure ecstacy.
Fights battles long within my mind, which says it's not for me.
I've felt this way for many years, and tears I've shed my share.
When i say no to all the men, they feel that I don't care.

2007-11-18 11:24:01 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

i cant find the date that the poem "again" by susie braun was published, was it even published? i need to know ASAP help!!

2007-11-18 10:59:21 · 2 answers · asked by Just Wondering! 1

Is it better to go through all of the first poem, then the second poem, or, to go through stanza 1 of the first, then stanza 1 of the second, and so on?

2007-11-18 03:00:54 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Grim looks have steel glares
Emotions driven all sanity away
Some souls have died
I'm victimised the real don't cry
Being attacked for lack of defence
For reasons dark times
The thrill lost where it may once have stood
Don't look bleak
Makes you look weak
Be strong but sweet
Too much sour will make you sick
Some care about you.

2007-11-18 02:34:34 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Everything is black

When you open your eyes
so wide that you could tear its sides
Still you see nothing...
everything is black...
How much fear can you handle?
rub them so hard till they bleed!
Still you see nothing...
Everything is black...
How much would you be terrified?
when all else suddenly seemed to collide?
Can you handle the confusion?
Shun your eyes that tears fall on its own
Wishing none of it was real...
Lift up those lids...pray to see...to see..
pray to heal...
this isn't real...! !
Still you see nothing...
Everything is black...

2007-11-17 21:27:26 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

Euthanasia

when love has become a prison....
when love brings unceasing distress
when love leaves you breathless
you choke on your own ashes
when love is equal to infinite tears
excruciating pains and wretchedness
a demented passion...a poison

and then suddenly it's gone..
the one you depended on
though it's untimely
Love showed mercy
do not fret....
nor exasperate
it is good don't be irate


it is euthanasia

2007-11-17 21:20:09 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

A Wedding

lurked in darkness til all be said
uttered love in words conveyed
One starless night as cold as death
vowed and wed thy soul encased
shrouded angel black and veiled
layeth be each night with thee
blood as wine bed of snakes
a matrimony was made.

2007-11-17 21:01:03 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

I made this poem if anyone asks.

Days of sadness
There was no light
Till I found you
My only candle in the darkest of night
You showed me a world I never knew.
My world stopped when you said " I love you".
So my days of sorrow
I thought were gone
But then you left.
Did I do something wrong?
I'm all alone again
And here I shall stay.
Till I find somebody
Who can be my candle
And again
Light my way

2007-11-17 19:46:34 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

55 Seconds

Peace, is 55 seconds long, each time
Of quietness, deafening yet gentle
Its cold, always cooler
Than life, than sensibility, than responsibility
Its never long enough
To cry, to reveal your sorrow
Or to force yourself otherwise

It touches your body like caress
Like millions of particles gently consuming you
And if you move
It follows you, keeping tab
Longing to be one with you, eternally

For 55 seconds, you play with her
You fly, you forget your sorrow
You were someone else, something else
You are free
Limited only by your imagination

At the end of it, you return to life
You surface, only to miss those short times
You dread where you are now
As noise of the world thunder in your ears
And reality grabs you by the beating heart
You preferred your peace
And wished it could be eternal

So you dive again
To find your 55 seconds
And to fly among them
The cold, lightness, and the caress
And the peace
Who wants to be with you forever
And ever
But not yet


Its about swimming...

2007-11-17 18:34:31 · 3 answers · asked by Colder 2

*****
Who Reports Poems?
by TD Euwaite

Copper for a penny
Door knob puller
Does not need to know you
From a scrapyard throne
Disowned by all, but the dogs
A tree frog chirper
Vomit urper
Angry axe you swing
At things you do not understand
And the band does not play for you
The melody in you is screwed
So, delete me little creepy thing
Ring your bell that has no clapper
Just sit there on the crapper
Exercising laws that are not real

*****

2007-11-17 13:06:33 · 11 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I need to let it fall,
fall far,
fall deep,
where i know it will be forever out of reach.
Is it wrong to be sad,
still.
I think,
i'm horriable,
not worth the time,
a worthless memory.
It was what I learned from love.
It wasn't that to anyone but me,
but it was that.
It's what you think,
what I need you to think.
Empty hope,
desperate glue,
holding so little but so much.
I'm done being pathetic all alone.
I'm finished,
and defeated.
It's about being broken,
the people who shatter,
and the people who chip.
Hallelujah,
to me,
because who else..
do I need?

2007-11-17 11:05:21 · 8 answers · asked by Miss Madeline 3

I am 13 and want to enter poems in contests and such. Where can I?

2007-11-17 10:53:23 · 2 answers · asked by Tribe_belly 2

we met
with a mear kiss
and forever
made love into bliss
now we touch ,
from afar,
each asking,
why so near,but yet so far?
D.

2007-11-17 09:04:39 · 7 answers · asked by dorian 3

2007-11-17 08:54:11 · 1 answers · asked by dorian 3

I feel guilty using rhyming dictionaries when I write poetry. But sometimes I honestly can't think of a rhyme. Do you think it's cheating? I just feel bad about it.

2007-11-17 08:32:33 · 14 answers · asked by <TRAVELER> 2

find instructions on how to write PROPER poetry? i have the raw structure and do so understand emotion,have lived it.just the proper structure,of words to be commonly accepted.please no bul. sh.t answers. i am searching for logic only.
D.

2007-11-17 08:27:05 · 3 answers · asked by dorian 3

2007-11-17 07:23:24 · 12 answers · asked by Butterfly 1

My buddy says the pool is the toilet and the friends are the turds.

2007-11-17 07:06:16 · 3 answers · asked by KhrisB 3

are you more likely to look at a question that says 'what do you think of this' than one that just gives a poem's title? are you someone who ignores the ones that say 'what does this mean?'

2007-11-17 04:57:50 · 10 answers · asked by kleptomanic sheep 5

I saw the ghost
Saw her in the window as I walked towards it
Saw her eyes on me
Her insubstantial form
Revealed the room beyond
If I tried
I could see the room clearly, and her not at all
The ghost copied me
Stole my clothes and my actions
Watched me watching her
And when I left
She vanished altogether
But I saw her
I saw the ghost

2007-11-17 04:48:28 · 7 answers · asked by kleptomanic sheep 5

Hi, i want to write a few Haikus (Japanese Poems), i know that the lines are based on the amount of syllables, but can they be any differnet to 5 ,7 ,5? and, Are there any rules for the number of syllables?
Please Reply!

2007-11-17 02:46:28 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous