Poetry

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Colors on my palette run together,
The canvas waits for me to draw a line,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure,

Layering the base, it seems forever,
The white on white on white with no design,
Colors on my palette run together,

Paint a bird, but do not start with feathers,
The flight is something harder to define,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure,

I need a masterpiece I can treasure,
A benefactor’s impatient deadline,
Colors on my palette run together,

As if the easel and I were tethered,
I do not have the courage to resign,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure,

As shadows fall, I cannot tell whether,
The images I see are even mine,
Colors on my palette run together,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure.

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Progress Report: 12,000 words so far. Should finish Chapter III tomorrow. First Editor wants more.

2007-11-12 10:05:27 · 4 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

please explain the storyline of edward, edward

2007-11-12 09:56:28 · 2 answers · asked by yu3se6 6

I REALLY NEED IT FOR A PROJECT DUE TOMMOROW!
HELP, PLEASE!

2007-11-12 09:44:54 · 2 answers · asked by LEssi P 1

The jungles were our killing fields,
Where brave men fought and died.
A place where many men were killed,
And also where they cried.

The minds of those who may soon die,
Have thoughts that some think rash.
Their thinking turns to silly things,
Like what's good for their rash.

The sounds of battle fills their ears,
The rockets flying free.
The shooting makes a rhythmic beat,
Sometimes like poetry.

At times a song can be made out.
Among the shooting's roar.
It makes you want to shoot again.
So you can hear some more.

And then as soon as it had come,
The rhythm is soon gone.
You realize you're in a war,
Not on the backyard lawn.

So keep in mind, those who have gone,
To fight in other lands.
It's not a glory trip they're on,
It's gore that's on their hands.

My thanks go out to all the men,
Who went to war with me.
We fought, some died, we did it all,
To help make someone free.

2007-11-12 09:40:10 · 5 answers · asked by Dondi 7

Enemy or Teacher


Is cancer an enemy
here to destroy me
or a teacher
come to walk with me
for awhile,
will it bring me
to my knees in surrender
or lead me to higher places
of learning?

Could I not have attained
this deeper awareness
from a less cruel teacher?

Why such a hard knock,
such a swift and painful blow;
are there any answers
that I really need to know

or should I just
spend more time
being thankful;
grateful that I am where I am.
I am not destroyed,
nor washed away,
just simply more aware
that life has limitations.

Who needs forever anyway,
when I still have you,
your love in my life
and my faith to get me through.

2007-11-12 07:52:36 · 4 answers · asked by autumlovr 7

--Future time, future space---... by Haji


Good bye.
I'm back.

2007-11-12 07:31:47 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Here is the poem by Elizabeth Bishop:
http://plagiarist.com/poetry/48/

I need to use it in a research paper to show the authours negative association with Nova Scotia and the isolation/alienation in the poem.

THANKS!

2007-11-12 06:49:09 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am writing a research paper and need to use this poem to show Elizabeth Bishop's negative association with Nova Scotia, and the feeling of isolation/alienation in the poem.....

Here is the poem:
http://plagiarist.com/poetry/48/

And any other ideas of thoughts on Bishop's Nova Scotia poems are VERY welcomed! :)
Thanks!

2007-11-12 06:39:43 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

i need a contemporary poem that is similar in theme to shakespere's sonnet 25...or a poem similar to sonnet 27...or 18. any one of them pleaseee

2007-11-12 05:40:51 · 3 answers · asked by 123456 2

its kinda towards the end of the movie i think when he is in the hospital waiting to see his brother after he got shot

2007-11-12 04:09:19 · 1 answers · asked by BLAXICAN_GYRL 2

Wall
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I’ve lived here for far to long
The walls creep nearer and nearer
They are so nigh I feel as though I’m sinking into them
Slowly, surely, ‘til I’m sure I must now be a wall myself.
I separate myself, grappling painfully for each inch
The walls are strong, like quicksand
I breathe air, I heave air, trying to escape the prison
But it draws me back in, leaving scratches in the oak flooring

And no.... I'm not a drug addict.

2007-11-12 03:31:43 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I wrote this poem probably 15 years ago and just came across it again. I never finished it because I could find a word that rhymes with Envy and even to this day I can't think of anything.
Any suggestions?

green of grass covered by leaves.
green of a shamrock flattened by feet.
green of a meadow drowned by rain.
green as a face riddled with pain.
green as mold grown in a dish.
green as avarice felt in a wish.
green as envy
green as ???

I could change envy to Jealousy, but what could I use with Jealousy?

2007-11-12 02:55:51 · 6 answers · asked by Sptfyr 7

2007-11-12 02:23:08 · 2 answers · asked by Mohammed N 1

Army love poem
or...
a firefighter poem

2007-11-12 02:17:22 · 2 answers · asked by Alexa G 2

hi, i want ask u about william shekspear for his poetry in winter pome. i have exam. i need a good wibsit for poetry foe explain or detail for every poetry,
thank u

2007-11-12 02:11:49 · 4 answers · asked by jehan 1

My classmates don't understand this poem. But I think it's simple. Please tell me what you think each stanza refers to.

Others Have Bone

At times one forgets others have bone;
The encasing skull only so deep.
Life exists outside of one’s own.

Within the chest exists no stone.
Through the veins warm blood does creep.
At times one forgets others have bone.

Inside the core, rhythm is known,
The constant thump, a one-two beat.
Life exists outside of one’s own.

Black circles swell when no light is shone
And streams from corners do sometime seep.
At times one forgets others have bone.

Each throat has breath with which it moans
And untold thought the tongue will keep.
Life exists outside of one’s own.

From a slight form this being hath grown
With time a figure complete.
At times one forgets others have bone
And life exists outside of one’s own.

2007-11-12 01:49:09 · 3 answers · asked by whitneyb 1

unusual suggestions are best

2007-11-11 23:36:25 · 9 answers · asked by st.jwil 2

What brilliance does my song desire?
To be the passion of my heart's fire
and ever on the tongues of those who read
bestow the truth that lingers by their breath.
My song is borne from passion's own desire
to be complete, as it were writ by fire,
reveals the nature of its destiny's decree,
becomes its word, the life was given it by me.
And promise of its light is what I want
upon the future of it glowing bright,
as never before it did, before it I did write,
the very soul of me entwined these words,
they sang themselves a song, became the verse,
for heart's are singing with the song I sang
and melodies ne'er heard before sprang
full and loud into their heart's a fire,
to be the one true wish of my desire.

2007-11-11 22:33:04 · 3 answers · asked by Lyra 5

can u pls, help me to make a haiku poem…. plsss….

2007-11-11 21:49:12 · 3 answers · asked by nice 1

believe me it's weird...but i find the thought so frightening...seriously...=((

2007-11-11 21:31:26 · 21 answers · asked by Anonymous

Autumn Is Here


Never mine
to hold,
it soon
ran its course,
faded, then
disappeared
exactly as feared,
without
so much
as a word.

youth,
like jet stream,
made passage
with little ceremony.

I was caught
unaware,
how hard
it would be
to let go
of that identity.

Memories
of spring,
and warm,
summer days,
still have a life
of their own
but the young girl is gone.

Autumn
is now here
in my eyes,
and winter waits
behind them.

2007-11-11 16:23:42 · 6 answers · asked by autumlovr 7

Okay, so I used to have a copy of some poem, I can't remember who it was by, or what it was called, but I remember parts of the poem:

The best were called, were called to war
Were called to do the Nation's chore
To sacrifice their youth, their lives
And lose their health in National strife

I don't really remember any more, but can anyone tell me who this is by, or what it is called, or ANYTHING???

2007-11-11 16:06:18 · 2 answers · asked by Alicia 2

um.....what comes to mind when reading this?


Your hollow embrace did nothing for me
I was lost in the bruise under my sleeve
and how you always ignored me plea
Only your actions made me believe

You weren’t terrified of anybody

You hide in the shadows of my dreams
Your eyes will forever haunt me
As I can’t forget the look on your face
When you touched me

You weren’t terrified of anybody

I refused to cry in front of you
Now that you’re gone, I often do
Its not that I miss you, it’s what I do
To try to forget you

You weren’t terrified of anybody

I will hide the scars for all to see
What you did to me was not ok
I feel only pain, that’s the only way
For me to feel safely

I was always terrified of you

2007-11-11 12:52:15 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

Hot and noisy...the aircraft rolls down the runway...to lift us to the sky...we are as close to heaven as we can get in this world...30,000 feet...as we descend we feel the weight of the world begin to enter our souls again...I look at my comrades and smile...my brothers...my friends.....the doors open and the light goes green....I laugh, always thought it should be red....headed for hell....we go.....a sea of silk floats down....then nothing...we deploy...quiet...too quiet...the world erupts into a cacaphony of sound....small arms....grenades..running now...adrenaline pumping...first one goes down....then another...I reach for my brother and drag him to cover..surreal now...dreamlike...DOC!!!...MAN DOWN!!!!..I feel his hand clutching mine...I let go...have to move....we get online and advance..the noise subsides...we have quieted the dragon for now..he is sated...and at the end...I see my brothers..living and dead...and a single tear falls to the dust at my feet. Rest well My brothers

2007-11-11 11:21:26 · 15 answers · asked by ? 4

I have this poem I have to write for a project. Keep in mind that I am only 13 and it doesn't have to be ABSOLUTELY perfect, but a little FRIENDLY criticism would be appreciated. Don't answer if you're just gonna be rude.




There is a place,
Beyond the sky,
Through the stars,
Beyond the moon.

There is a place,
Under the sea,
Among the starfish,
Surrounded by seaweed.

There is a place,
In the twinkle of your eye,
Or in a child's laughter,
Where any and all is possible.

There is a place,
It can be captured,
Only with the mind's eye,
As a sweet thought.

There is a place,
Sound familiar?
It lives in each of us,
Becoming our sanctuary.

There is a place,
And a way to get there,
But alas!
Most cannot.

There is a place,
You must find,
Your heart must serve,
As your compass.

There is a place,
It is not North,
Nor South,
Not East,
Or West.

There is a place,
That you shall find,
In your own good time,
And it shall lead to happiness.

2007-11-11 10:43:10 · 4 answers · asked by Mrs. Unlucky 3

so cliche the whole love thing,
doll house home,diamond wedding ring,
happy photo album and a new born baby too,
let me tell you hunny, i think i love you!
sit upon my lap girl,come and talk to me,
let's begin planning our perfect family,
a cat,two dogs,and a cheeky cockatoo
let me tell you sweety, i think i love you!
we can settle down sweet,create a perfect life,
im your rich husband, your my pretty wife,
our kids have grown up, settled down too,
but let me tell you darlin', i think i love you!
look at what we did girl, isn't life fine,
lying in the grass and sipping back wine,
looking back now i know my feelings were true,
i hope you know baby...I think i love you!



i was bored soooo i wrote this, i know its not perfect:) i only spent about 15 mins on it after all, but let me know what you think:)... its supposed to have a kind of sing-song rhythm as oppose to a poetic kind of tone

2007-11-11 10:42:51 · 15 answers · asked by Tinker Bell 1

Veterans are great
They are my mate
Let's celebrate
them on this date

2007-11-11 10:36:02 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Flag Draped Coffins
Written by Semper Fi Reborn
2nd Bn., 6th Marines, Fox Co. 1st Plt.
Wpns. Trng. Bn., Echo Range

The protestors crowded the square,
Shouting, Babykillers!
Murderers!
You don't fight for us you dogs!
As they spat on us,
They had no remorse.
They let their spittle land on my face.
On the faces of my brothers and sisters.
Right below the eyes.
Eyes that had seen death far too much.
And their spit ran down our faces like crude tears.
As we wondered if we should have just given up,
And died?
Given up and let the enemy of our land take over?
Laid down our weapons and surrendered our rights?
Handed over Old Glory,
To be mocked and burned?
Then we saw the hearses,
Stretched for what seemed like miles.
We remembered the voices,
The faces of our fallen.
And we made a vow.
It said:
I'LL EMPTY THE MAGAZINE OF THIS WEAPON,
BEFORE I ALLOW ANOTHER FLAG DRAPED COFFIN!!

Then I slapped the guy that spit on me.

2007-11-11 08:53:58 · 13 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

share some of their poems if you like too!

2007-11-11 08:17:58 · 9 answers · asked by maki 2

CHRISTMAS

Home for the holidays: It's Christmas--
Though the snow has come and gone,
And the childish glee of Christmas:
It has also come and gone.

Just a routine break in a routine life--
Why is no one laughing?
Christmas used to be full of life;
Now no one feels like laughing.

Now it's raining; the clouds are dark
And everyone is hurrying.
This is a time when everything seems dark
And no one knows why they're hurrying.

2007-11-11 07:58:18 · 12 answers · asked by thom t 6