Poetry

I love my little ducky
even if his poo is mucky
when he eats he makes a sound that is sucky
when he meets another duck they start to clucky
igloo tent peg marmalade ash tray

2007-12-26 10:39:08 · 19 answers · asked by Anonymous

Broken window on my igloo
wrench my dripping starter motor
tear gently at my weeping clothes rack
and let loose the frog of Dock Green

2007-12-26 10:28:35 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

one more time

There is no tomorrow,
Yesterday just despair.
Wishing upon one single star,
Nothing much happens to change.

The sky grey and leaden,
Rain starts to pour down.
This day has come to an end,
My dreams have all flown away.

The bloody rivers in my black heart,
Going nowhere so it seems.
I wait for the sun to finally rise,
Instead all I hear is a scream.

No escape from this pain,
No one hears my faint cry.
It's all just a part of my dream,
No hope left to just carry on.

Look down and deep, what do you see?
A broken shell down on his knees.
How deep the river of my own fate,
In the silence of the hour so late.

2007-12-26 09:09:02 · 10 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

In class we did an eleven line "I Am" Poem.
I've looked on the internet, but I can't seem to find the one I'm looking for. This isn't the right order, but It's basically the just of it. Or, and you can just tell me, was the poem we did created/ajudsted by my teacher and that's why I can't find it? Thanks

Example:


Jessica

Sister of Ashley

Who feels ...

Who needs...

Who gives...

(There are five lines missing here that I can't remember)

Resident of...

Smith


Thanks!

2007-12-26 08:29:58 · 2 answers · asked by ebennetlove 2

The Long Haul
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

I'd rather be home,
But I have to deliver this load.
I can't remember a day,
When I wasn't on the road.
Sure my wife understands,
The kids understand.
That Daddy's a long haul,
Trucking man.
Delivering supplies we need,
That the pulic craves.
My rig and me,
Have to work like slaves.
Seperated from home,
On a stretch of tar,
Or dirt, snow or gravel,
We have to travel,
So far.
To my family most times,
I'm a voice on the phone.
My wife takes care of the business at home.
My world is lonely,
And far less appealing.
But to make ends meet,
I'm 18 wheeling.
I guess I'm doing this,
For all of y'all.
I'm a trucking man or woman,
And I'm on the long haul.

2007-12-26 08:18:39 · 11 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

write lifeglow www.christianrecord.org or make a webpage and send your poem yahoo has a free webpage

2007-12-26 07:54:29 · 2 answers · asked by ? 3

The Exposed Nest by Robert Frost.
You were forever finding some new play.
So when I saw you down on hands and knees
In the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,
Trying, I thought, to set it up on end,
I went to show you how to make it stay,
If that was your idea, against the breeze,
And, if you asked me, even help pretend
To make it root again and grow afresh.
But 'twas no make-believe with you today,
Nor was the grass itself your real concern,
Though I found your hand full of wilted fern,
Steel-bright June-grass, and blackening heads of clovers.
'Twas a nest full of young birds on the ground
The cutter-bar had just gone champing over
(Miraculously without tasking flesh)
And left defenseless to the heat and light.
You wanted to restore them to their right
Of something interposed between their sight
And too much world at once--could means be found.
The way the nest-full every time we stirred
Stood up to us as to a mother-bird
Whose coming home has been ...
xplain plz

2007-12-26 07:50:49 · 3 answers · asked by Kareena K 1

Dumb Blondes...I'm One! !


All angels have blonde hair...
Ever notice that?
My spike heels don't get caught in my earrings...
Only my hair.
Why do you want to be a blonde...
People don't take you seriously now.
The up-keep is way too expensive...
Rolls to the salon, $100 tip for the hairdresser.
For a fact, blondes are dumb...
E=mc2. We can explain that. Can they?
Blondes can get away with anything...
'I just totalled your BMW.' 'No problem.'
Blondes never get speeding tickets...
Only dates with the cops who caught them.
On a good day, blondes can't spell 'a'...
Bad day? We can redesign the Hubble Spacecraft.
On a good day, blondes 'can't' cook...
Bad day? Blondes won't cook.
Why do men prefer blondes...
They know they can't afford the diamonds.
Why do I prefer being a blonde...
Maybe it's the Viking blonde...
But it keeps everyone guessing.
Oh DUH!


Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com

2007-12-26 06:51:04 · 20 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

2007-12-26 05:07:19 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

It's from an English III class (that I wasn't in).

The gist is that it's this guy talking to a girl and saying that if they had forever to live he would take his time in wooing her, but since they're not going to be young/alive forever, they should have sex while they are.

It might have been in a unit about metaphysical poetry... I'm not sure.

2007-12-25 13:56:04 · 3 answers · asked by ? 2

The Lost Promise

You made a promise to me alone,
that you never did once keep.

I trusted you, I swear i did,
but you tore my heart in two.

And now as anger swells in my heart,
you try to strike again.

But you have no chance,
you big baffoon, to hurt me once again.

I've tried so hard, to protect your name,
but now i see its dumb.

To try to understand your faults,
is like jumping off a cliff.

There's no reverse, and it has its effects,
on those who morn its loss.

But never again, will you knock on my door,
and think to be welcomed in.

You invitation withdrawn,
its been to long extended, to such an ungrateful subject.

And now I will make a promise to you,
one i know i'll keep.

I will never trust you again,
with my heart, my soul, or mind.

So keep away from my reality,
and try to find your own.

...Merry Christmas everyone!! comments are more than welcome!! btw: this was written a while ago for my mother who is the worst!

2007-12-25 12:49:43 · 6 answers · asked by dragonflyy 4

Your opinion is much more valued if you study/studied/read poems a lot so "brag" in sources part.

2007-12-25 11:07:22 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I came across part of this poem, in "Song For A Raggy Boy" by Patrick Galvin.

All I know of it are these few lines.

I will not yield
I will not fall
I will eat dynamite
and one day I will explode like a volcano.

I would really like to know the full poem, so if you know it, or where i can find it let me know, i have searched Wikapedia and other sites about galvin to no avail.

2007-12-25 10:57:19 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

This is for a Christmas present for a friend. She lives in another state than I do. I am going to visit her in a few days and I got her this really nice bear. I have the exact one at home as well. I want to attach a poem that means something around these lines. Whenever you need a hug, hug the bear and it will be like hugging me. I have the the twin at home. She is my best friend and i want a really sweet poem.. so can anyone help?

2007-12-25 03:54:15 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

they keep sending info out for things I can purchase, but i DON'T SEE EVIDENCE on the program where I am a winner of anything. Does anyone know anything about how this works??

2007-12-24 17:49:07 · 7 answers · asked by HEAVENLYTREASURE 3

Wakinal Sneeham Pakaraan palarundaam
Valsalya moorthyennammayilla
Kavilennakilum veerattal padhapam
Poovidunnilla thalirkkunnilla

2007-12-24 16:55:43 · 2 answers · asked by kabduk 2

Sneehathin peru parayan palarundaam
Valsalya moorthyennammayilla
Kavilennakilum veerattal padhapam
Poovidunnilla thalirkkunnilla

2007-12-24 16:52:52 · 1 answers · asked by kabduk 2

There Were No Flocks On The Hills


There were cold, lonely shepherds...
There were those men who had to
Keep their families fed...
It was not sheep....

The sheep abided in the towns...
The sheep abided by Roman Law...

Then a Lamb was born...in a manger...
As all lambs do, that can survive...
In warmth, in nurturing, in caring...
This is the way that the Lamb of God

Survived...

Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com

2007-12-24 16:40:30 · 8 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

the girl i once meet has gone and come back. there is somthing different, wait let me check. Just as i suspected she thought she did lack. but someone was waiting for her in a coat and a hat. his face was hidden, for there were features he did lack. still all the same she fell for the man in the hat.
he held her close and kept her warm, for they were in for a storm. The rain did fall as she had predicted. The wind and the rain blew and blew. and all that was left was the girl and the man in the hat.

2007-12-24 15:45:57 · 3 answers · asked by jay rod 2

Was It Always Laudamus Te?

The bitter cold, the sweeping winds
Off the Tels...what did our fathers'
Have to teach us...
Beware of the hungry...not the meek,

Or cold.

Father. Do you hear me. Do you still
Have mortal ears...tell me what I
Spoke, that was not in Heaven's ear...
Father. Have you forgiven me....for
I have not forgiven you...and, cannot.

Once, there was a time when this could
Have been done...but why did you
Streak me with your blood? Why
Let drops damn the Earth....what did

I do...what did I see...what did I feel?
For your sake I was Mortal. For your
Sake I was impure...tell me here and
Now who was wrong...I am long past

Feeling anything. Except, the blood
Of others at my feet, on my hands...
Into an Emergency Room...for their
Good...OH GOD! ! Not mine....

Too late...much too late for
Me.

Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com

2007-12-24 15:04:25 · 9 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-qhB5g8MieKkNY3IEmAtWQ8vb?l=6&u=10&mx=35&lmt=5

2007-12-24 13:50:36 · 4 answers · asked by Moanika 6

a change poem-this poem chronicles some kind of change.
For example: in the beginning it talks abt summer and in the end it talks abt winter

2007-12-24 12:26:07 · 3 answers · asked by Mr. Know It All 2

Counting til next Christmas

It's been two christmases
you never failed to bring
tears not of joy nor peace
but of misery and gloom
shrouded by darkness
forever loomed

i scream for the old times
not too long ago..
before two christmases that was
but no longer...no more..
bitter whiperings on christmas eves
and spiritless prayers for ease

If i count the days for the third of this
Might i find a reason to wait atleast?

2007-12-24 12:22:22 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

" Forgiven"

She tries not to think about him

The guy she really thought was the one

A mature guy that she could count on

Someone who made her smile

Kept her believing in her dream

The person she could tell her sercets to

Yet he broke her heart

Remembering the argument

He was only looking worried about her

Standing in the sorrow rain

Tears fell, her eyes fell

Running away from the pain

Didn't realize where she was going

Deep down he felt her was crying

Feeling bad he went to apologize

Continuing to run, she noticed him

He walked slowly toward her

She backed away slowly, while the rain

continued pouring

Not realizing slippery mud was behind her

She lost her balance and began falling

He quickly grabbed hold of her and held her tight

While they rolled down the hill

When they stopped rolling, both lay there

She looked up and noticed his eyes were

staring at her

2007-12-24 09:59:12 · 9 answers · asked by Tori 5

First Kiss

Moonlight among us
Stars in the skies
Something about you
Puts a twinkle in my eyes

And as I think
About you day and night
You are just sitting there
Flashing me a smile so bright

Our eyes interlock
We know what will take place
As you come closer
The moon’s reflecting is on your face

I come forward
Our lips come together
And they felt as I dreamed
As light as a feather

We both pull apart
You let me wear your jacket
My dreams have come true
And no feelings could match it

We walk home together
I try to reminisce
The feeling I had
When I had my first kiss


please give me some advice on this poem shorter longer word changes anything to improve it

2007-12-24 09:15:52 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

.What Do I Want For Christmas...Day


Well, everything I'm NOT going to
Get for Christmas Eve...
Growwwllllll.....

I want the meringue on the lemon
Pie NOT to flop, or burn.....
I want my hens to lay enough eggs,
So I won't go to the store...

I want the Paula Dean 'oooey goooey
Double chocolate cake' to
Smack like the BEST brownies
You've ever had....

The 'Stuffed Pork Loin' to be all
Emeril Lagasse said it would
Be...with only half the garlic...
I want your Christmas Dinner

To be the best it's ever been...
And 'the best it's ever been'...
Is when not even a wisp of
Gravy...is still on the plate....

When your family calls for more
Bread to be baked....
Atta's a success! ! ! ! !

May all your wishes come true...
And all your dreams sweet on
This Night...
Of all Nights....


Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com

2007-12-24 08:16:42 · 9 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

For a 13 year old - Shes my best friends whos moving to Australia
I'd prefer a funny poem but does anyone know any links at all for one?

2007-12-24 05:14:25 · 5 answers · asked by Frizzi 2

Pale yellow walls imprison
elemental rooms empitied of life
replaced by dead wood coloured furniture
without scratches without scars
An orderly perfection neatly kept
Nothing unknown nor was new
No realms nor corners remains unexplored
in my boring house

Then one cloudy day, I stumbled upon a door
below the dusty carpet floor
when opened which peered my eyes
into the dark setting below
and I discovering
a mysterious room
I had never seen before

Descending into the mysterious room
resembled a gradual rebellion
for all I have known
each curious step led a profound urge
uncovering a forced inhibition
each curious step led darkness
to disappear giving way to natural light

each breath brought the unknown scent
to a familiar taste

first black and white milky figures
swirling round a circular room
twisting each other till
splitting into a rainbow array

The magical room
filled with colouful play and fun
never known before

The magical room
words of wondrous love and spells
painted everywhere

Rosy soft and cotton cushions
to dream peacefully upon
in the mysterious room
whose existence
I never knew before

Again and again
I come to explore the farout reaches
of this mysterious room
To swim in deep oceans
To search for treasures hidden below
My world beneath the blankets
hidden to everyone but me

One day during my usual wanderings
in the magical room
I got lost admist the many shapes and colors
Found myself in a treacherous maze
eyes could sparingly see
past the dense and dark haze
I fall while scurrying to search for myself
deeper into the unknown
fighting and fearing for my own dear life
I glimpsed a faint yellow light
coming form the creak of a door
which I opened

Alas, I had escaped from the magical room
and ended up in the next story far from my house

its pretty long so i'll give you the main idea. A kid thinks he knows his house and finds it boring. Then one day he finds this mysterious room in his house which he has never seen before. he visits the place frequently and one day he gets lost. Trying to find an exit he stumbles upon a door which leads him out of the room and into the world.

2007-12-24 03:49:12 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Dreaming over his written words
Dreaming over his absence
Over foreign lands that lie across
Between us

Out of sight
Out of touch
He understood me so well
Better than some who were too close
And could not see the true me

He could read and see
All so clearly
Inside and outside me

Out of reach
Land spreading us apart
And even time
Not working the same way

I let my poem flow
Does it need to rhyme?

I let my best thoughts
And wishes
My warmest feelings
Be sent to him

Out of reach
Out of touch
Yet his words
Warm and melt my heart

2007-12-24 00:27:27 · 15 answers · asked by Analyst 7

2007-12-23 17:01:03 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous