Poetry

Too late for rhymes

a weary voice across the line
vaults like shattering glass
flying off and piercing fast
right across a gutless spine

a crumpled piece of dirty sheet
crammed full of striked out lines
in the basket landing on its feet
where there's no need for rhymes

a bitterpill fearlessly swallowed
a wry smile from a pith now hallowed
tired eyes closed yet drawn to weep
though the sweetest wail be whispered in sleep...

2007-11-07 11:57:03 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

im an upcoming poet/song writer & just tryin to get my name out there, but 1st i want to make sure my work is copyrighted

2007-11-07 11:43:37 · 2 answers · asked by Sexy Yes U Can Bless Me 3

How could I "translate" Shakespeare's "Full Fathom Five" into modern English:

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong,
Hark! Now I hear them – Ding-dong, bell.

2007-11-07 09:27:12 · 3 answers · asked by Random G 3

"Thus for those of us who love and seek wisdom
the more modest and fitting term is "philosopher."
And whoever does no better than put words together
we could call a poet or writer."

2007-11-07 05:37:37 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

What are you trying to say?

He used to thank me
but now all i hear is..'what are you trying to say'?
for every sweet words spoken day after day
he used to thank me...
but now all i hear is..'what are you trying to say'?
for all the talks we had before we lay
he used to thank me...
but now all i hear is..'what are you trying to say'?
for all the i love yous i sent his way...
he used to thank me...
but now all i hear is..'what are you trying to say'?
for all the *hugs my words could relay
he used to thank me...
but now all i hear is..'what are you trying to say'?
for all the longings with him i share
he used to thank me...
but now all i hear is..'what are you trying to say'?
So if i ask him now 'do you still love me today'?
No he's not going to thank me...
I know what it's gonna be..
for the last time...'what are you trying to say'?

2007-11-07 04:46:09 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Throw your emotions away....

Throw your emotions unto the sea
Let the tides wash them away
Away untill you're free
feel the wind drying up those tears
when light seems too blinding
close your eyes and drift as you lay
as you lay awake dreaming
soon the night shall fall
the moon embraces you with a hush
the stars shall smile upon your face
glimmering shimmering sparks
more beautiful than ever
than ever your eyes have seen
in the entirity of your lonely....
lonely being.

2007-11-07 04:31:32 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

here's the girl who's hard to read
hard to give the help she needs
her swinging moods, her secret thoughts
appear to be with troubles fraught*
although in 'up's she's flying high
in 'low's the energy just dies/she's just about to cry**
the words are swallowed, seldom said
hard to tell what's in her head
cryptic remarks give no insight
to the adversary she fights
so how to give the help she needs?
to help the girl who's hard to read?

*wish I hadn't had to invert that verb but anyway
**and I'm not sure about this line
thought i might call it 'introvert'? or 'hard to read'? not sure. it might never have a title, like so many others.

2007-11-07 03:40:14 · 15 answers · asked by kleptomanic sheep 5

who likes my poem?

life is like a web
your stuck
you can't get out
is it really worth it?
living to be disapointed?
have you ever seen someone so emotional
that she's too late to save?
she just lingers
walking around
crying
she doesn't know that there ate better things then that
she doesn't understand.

2007-11-07 01:30:32 · 7 answers · asked by black.rose12 1

Forget his name,
Forget his face,
Forget his kiss and warm embrace,
Forget the things he used to say,
Remember now he’s gone away.

Forget the things he used to do,
Forget the **** he put you through,
Forget the love you once shared,
Forget the fact that he once cared,
Forget the way he said your name,
Remember now things aren‘t the same.

Forget the talks you once had,
Forget the thought,
It makes you sad,
Forget that you said you would wai,
Remember now his love is hate.

Forget him when they play your song,
Forget you once cried all night long,
Forget he said he’d never leave.
Remember now,
He’s gone forever.

2007-11-07 00:45:38 · 8 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

best wishes.

that lazy young man
he did you wrong in ways
so politically correct

he made you feel guilty
for knowing him.

he looked into your eyes
and mumbled evasive lies –

he refused to share with you
the secrets he promised others
he would not repeat.

despite his commitment
to tell you everything,
he lied by omission.

he’s good at keeping secrets,
but so are you –
that’s why you acknowledge him.

at least you can thank him
for the interesting music
and good food

I hope the sun is out tomorrow
you could use some cheering up
and nothing would be better for you
than a warm day away from reality.

2007-11-06 17:32:43 · 4 answers · asked by imperialism 2

Shattered

when it shatters you won't be here
my silent screams you'll never hear
I'll call your name before i fall
i'll search for you behind it all
but you won't be here
no you won't be here...
so far away so far alone...
i'll think of you though you are gone
this heart has cracked and soon will break
it'll make a noise yet never awake...
I'll reach for you to grant these wishes
cover this flesh with loving kisses
but the wind is getting cold...
and the tunes are fading fast...
a tear for one last memory to hold..
a face a promise a smile a past...

2007-11-06 16:35:47 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Please no ES'ers.
Thank you

Sadie

You were the foundation in my past
The touchstone that kept me upon solid ground.
The light that lifted me from me from darkness that did surround.
You gave me your love and sweet kisses when in my most dire time of need
You have loved me always unconditionally.

You have been in my life for so many years
The love I have always cherished,
The thought of you removed from me brings constant tears and pain.
For the love that I share with you, no other can claim.
You have loved me always unconditionally.

Your age has come to show others that you are slowing down
Yet, I still see you the as when we found one another.
I am called selfish for not wanting to let you go
From the illness of that which you now hold

For those of you who know me and my writing, your thoughts and suggestions.....

Peace & Love,
Sam

2007-11-06 15:14:33 · 5 answers · asked by Sam 4

PLEASE HELLLP..

2007-11-06 14:49:56 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

I hate you,
and you hate me,
we decieded this long ago.
Our hate is not real,
our feelings uneven,
we both have somewhere to turn.
We understand,
we've figured it out,
our problems no longer exist.
Like brother and sister,
we walk and talk,
and yet we're somehow indifferent.
We know nothing more,
than the other one does,
and honestly we could care less.
So what are we now?
we are only just friends,
but somehow we're like eachother.

2007-11-06 12:46:11 · 4 answers · asked by dragonflyy 4

hills
It goes onto say that the longing for (Pennsylvania never stills)

2007-11-06 12:25:41 · 1 answers · asked by cjm 3

The Fallen Dark Prince.

Your in my arms,
we're on the ground,
your soul has fallen down.
I weep for you,
You shot yourself,
right through your handsom face.
I tryed to stop you,
I swear I did,
But nothing could change your mind.
You thought that you were all alone,
But now you see you weren't.
It didn't have to end this way,
I wish I had done more.
I look at you,
your face is stained,
with the color I now hate.
I pray to God,
"Is this just a dream?"
But now I know its not.
So do not follow this man's path,
he wasn't always soo lost.
But this Prince of mine,
the one Dark Prince,
had completely lost all hope.

....i had to vent through this poem today.. i'm not really sure what to think.

2007-11-06 12:23:51 · 6 answers · asked by dragonflyy 4

"Slam"


Catcha wiff of rum~n~coke
approachin’ through backstage doors
Sweat runs into my eye
{shake it off}
so, I do

Hussy flies by me, tears streamin’
{booed off stage a time or two?}
Her boyfriend answers her call
{I’m on now}
{H’er goes nothin’}

“Streets hold and hide
concealed visions of what could’ve been
Ideas flown by
Summer skies
Winter nights
and souls of sin

Pound that pavement poet!
Reveal your visions from deep within!
Ideas, don’t hide!
Summer skies
Winter nights
time to begin...”

Palms clammy, I let go the mic
a solitary clap sounds
followed by many
{I’m flattered}
so, I bow

Hussy’s still sittin’ back stage
Her mobile lays broke by her feet
H*ll, she really ain’t all that bad
{I’m on now}
{H’er goes nothin’}

2007-11-06 11:45:05 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

"Barter"
by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.


Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for one breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.

2007-11-06 11:40:48 · 1 answers · asked by Padfoot 2

what is the crime, who is the suspect ,the means, oppurtunity, and motive ....why do u think the ballad never staes what happened to lord randall

2007-11-06 11:07:12 · 2 answers · asked by britt2fly 4

Epidemic
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

I caught it from a stranger.
Having never met this person,
I shook their hand in greeting.
All in a friendly manner.
I was immediately infected.
I knew something was different the next day,
When I got immediately out of bed,
With a song in my head,
And my heart seemed to keep time with the beat.
Then my legs got weak.
I was infected.
In that moment of realization,
All I wanted to do was spread this thing inside me,
Anonymously.
Continuously.
So I did.
Over and over and over again.
Until it reached you.
See what I have has no cure.
That day,
I caught,
Joy!
I vowed to spread it!

2007-11-06 10:51:29 · 26 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

if you want to analyze a two page 500 word report on that sonnet feel free cuz i wanan go play madden 08

2007-11-06 10:47:30 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

please help me to understand this poem

Awed by her Splendor by Sappho
translated by Mary Barnard

Awed by her splendor
Stars near the lovely
moon cover thier own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver


i have no idea what this means! can someone please help me.
i have to compare it to to themes of a song and im thinking of Angeles by Enya?
please tell me what you think

2007-11-06 10:12:57 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

ok so im trying to write a poem and does anybody know what rhymes with mint?

2007-11-06 09:37:35 · 77 answers · asked by JDOGG 1

Just What Makes A Poet?

Just what
makes
one
a
poet,

are they taught
from when a child?

Or is it
perhaps,
much
deeper,

from their heart
and soul inside?

And truly,
are
there
rules
to
follow,

or does one write
what comes to mind?

Is the language barrier
all
that
thick,

or does it go far
beyond minds sight?

Just what
makes
one
a
poet?

Please,
your genuine reply

Is a poet
just
simply
a
writer
that leaves one
to ponder “Oh, my?"

2007-11-06 07:50:31 · 16 answers · asked by ? 3

1.)What is your favorite line in this poem and why?
2.)Give a summary of the poem each stanza.
3.)What is the theme?

Please help!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.


My hungry body’s burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.


Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!

2007-11-06 07:09:56 · 3 answers · asked by & I wonder =] ♥ 1

(I met a photographer online and this is about one of his pictures, I'll be getting links up on all my sites soon kk?)

"Street Dancers"


They are
night watchers,
night stalkers,
private cincos of the streets

They roam alone
unless
you own
rhythmic notices to beat

Watchin’ in awe
n’er
seein’ flaws
under collars sweatin’ heat

Just baskin’
total
relaxin’
to these dancer on the street



(Two of Suzannes challenges for me)

Should I open this box?

Arriving home, upon my doorstep
was a package from nowhere
A tightly ribboned, black wrapped box
dolled up with upmost care
A silver tag nestled under the bow
simply read “607 South Knox”
With chin in hand, I pondered again,
should I open this box?

2007-11-06 05:40:29 · 8 answers · asked by ? 3

He is an African poet I am looking for his poetry online but do not know his whole name

2007-11-06 04:34:30 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Seven years of solitude
So seldom does it give
Seven years of solitude
How I wish I could be it

Your wind once blown for me,
A long long time ago,
And like the shadow on the wall
It always had to go.

Seasons change and still I’m here
Never to stray far or near
My heart is true
But what of yours?
I still hear all the doors.

2007-11-06 04:08:50 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

A woman of misery and hate,
doth compare to a woman of joy and love.
For her kind is cold and heartless.
While the other is warm and bright.

Do you see a similarity?
I do.
I see the woman of hate as she cries for her babe.
I see the woman of happiness laugh wickedly for the same.

Do you hear what I hear?
Do you listen to the cries of the desperate woman?
Do you listen as a baby is whisked into the cold bright light.
Do you hear its cries as it realizes the cruelty of the world,
the harshness of the day?

I see these things with a slow eye,
for I must right the wrongs of the world.
I bring a babe for every death.
And for every wrong a right.

I don't solve your problems for you,
but I help you help yourself.
I am Diana.
Protector of the girl,
of the young and helpless.

I see you who is good,
helping in my work,
cradling the crying child.
I see you who is not,
causing the tears to roll and the furious hellfires to uproar.

2007-11-06 04:07:13 · 3 answers · asked by ~Smurfette~ 2

How do you interpret The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe?
Here is a link to a site with the poem.
Please make this your honest opinion.

http://books.eserver.org/poetry/poe/bells.html

2007-11-06 03:55:56 · 3 answers · asked by ~Smurfette~ 2