Poetry

Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went --
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.

2007-11-03 12:11:28 · 5 answers · asked by Boomer 2

My poems are usually too long for contests, or too short to have a decent chance (who would ever pick a winner that was a haiku, right? no matter how good), or they contain spacing that make them somewhat concrete and won't translate onto a site... do you have to decide between showing any kind of poem you want and having a shot, or is there a place where you can enter anything?




"One for the squashed."

O pioneer, that entered our sterile Arcadia
in the name of your brave kind, you
dared show yourself, to quietly claim
in your corner you belonged, too. Nothing
would have come of it - no mate, no prey.

Still, too light to trigger nerves, you strode
upon the perceptions of unwelcoming gods.
They stomped you one for good measure.
You both knew it at the start - you were,
intolerably, the stronger.

2007-11-03 06:55:08 · 11 answers · asked by ? 5

I have to find a poem or song that has literary devices like alliteration, similes, onomatopoeias and stuff like that in it. I don't need help explicating it, just finding a good one. If you can give me a good website that has a list of good poems, that would be nice too. :-D

2007-11-03 06:23:42 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-11-03 04:25:43 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

“Anger”
By Ashley Kalar

So angry, I’m shaking
Wanna punch someone in the face
Lies, accusations, harassment
Can’t take it anymore

School is a form of torture to me
‘Cause I’m always blamed
For things I didn’t do
Just wish to get away

What to do now?
I’m gonna get suspended soon
For all the wrong things
Help, don’t know what to do

Anger has become
My best friend now
It’s so common
I’ll live with it forever

2007-11-03 03:47:41 · 22 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Unsinkable

I thought I was onboard a proper boat
Captained by someone most competently
We sailed into the night, where icebergs float
Assured of friendly seas, a gentle breeze

What the hell has happened!
My feet are getting wet!
Captain! Oh Captain!
There may be a problem here!

Don’t jump the ship you scurvy little rats
Women and children first, we must agree
The rescuers will surely see our flares
I thought I was onboard a proper boat

*****

2007-11-03 01:56:20 · 4 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

*****
Silly me

Here I am, look at me
I’m a monkey in a tree
I’m the joker and the fool in love with you

So please, follow me
On a sailing ship-journey
Venice, to Perth, on seven seas

So if you, believe in me
Then, hand in hand we’ll be
Safe and sound, in perfect harmony

*****

2007-11-03 01:30:20 · 9 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

*****
Wicked, wicked boy

Shadowless forms know no sunlight
No reflection, no silhouette
When asked for song, they sing nocturnes
burning lamplight, a dance with the moon

Hurried along by the master
Crimson sunrise, morning rain
Quickening steps hold the darkness
‘till the door stoop, downstairs

Into your box, Doppelganger
Hide from daylight, and the rays
I’ll leave there until midnight
then on our flight, into thin air

*****

2007-11-03 01:04:05 · 20 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I need an explanation essay or an analysis of 'The Killer's that Run" by Leonard Cohen by 11/04/07..thank you and may GOD bless you1

2007-11-02 16:41:06 · 4 answers · asked by ann k 1

You don’t see me.


Screeching,
fills the air,

scratches,
cross my face,

my screaming,
causes movement,

bushes,
shake and snarl,

my nightmares,
run free in my head,
and in my world.

Memories,
Come back to me,

Joy,
Creeps into my portrayers face.

He,
Has found me.

2007-11-02 16:39:31 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

I would love to hear some more poetry similar to "Death be not proud".

Has anyone got any suggestions?

2007-11-02 14:13:24 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am

I am the beast who denies you peace,
I hide in your soul, you cry for release.
I am the darkness of every night,
The one who steals all that is right.

I am the plague that haunts all your dreams,
Beg, borrow and plead, and still you can't scream.
I am the hunter, the reaper of souls,
You are the hunted, as thunder rolls.

I am legion, the keeper of pain,
You are the loser, the one I disdain.
I am the master of all I survey,
You just got lost, what can I say?

I am the beginning, the middle, the end,
You are the beggar, the one who has sinned.
I have come for you, for you and your son,
And after that, I've come for everyone.

2007-11-02 12:46:33 · 26 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Tell of the sad derangement of the mind.
The wheat is being harvested.The sun
shines on the bales,unclouded,unconfined.
Work as brisk as hard is being done.
Cider's drunk at night.Documents are signed.
The bedrooms warm.No licenses on fun.
Tell of the sad derangement of the mind.
Tell of the sorrow nations we cannot mend

Tell of the sad derangement of the heart.
The wind is up and musical.The sky
Rolls over meadows,over cities,over cart
And cadillac,the sanctum in the sty.
The blossom in the garden is not a thing apart.
Dinner's in the oven.Friends are dropping by.
Tell of the sad derangement of the heart.
Tell of the sorrow when nations have to part.

Tell of the sad derangement of the soul.
The wine is on the table.The talk is fine.
There's lamplight in the corner,the glowing coal,
Laughter form the kitchen,washing on the line .
Gourments (fit to twist a knowing nostril) stroll
The happy halls.There's music.Pass the wine.
Tell of the sad derangement of the soul.
Tell of the sorrow when nations lose control.

Tell of the sad derangement of the man.
Sleep is in the doorway,and the night
closes behind it.The fondest lovers yawn,
fold themselves in beds both neighbourly and right.
A sanctuary of starlight protects them as they scan.
The inner world of dreams,before the morning light.
Tell of the sad derangement of the man.
Tell of the sorrow before the world beg

2007-11-02 10:00:24 · 3 answers · asked by liam_jones_10_10 2

“Stormy Night in August”
By Ashley Kalar


Gray clouds rolling by
Wind whipping past
I just sit there
Watching it blow the grass

Leaves rustling in the wind
Listen to that thunder rumble
Watch the trash go by
Wind making it tumble

Look at the thin white mist
Falling to the ground
The winds whistling through the leaves
Making them turn around

Watch the ground begin to flood
Rain on the roof going ping, ping, ping
Pouring on the torn up fields
Making a huge mud ring

Then comes the calm
At the end of the storm
Every thing is normal
Back to the norm

2007-11-02 09:15:25 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Should poetry only be serious, or can it be humorous too?

2007-11-02 08:57:50 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

Tell me why my life has cheated me
Fooling me into believing that love is eternal
Picking a gullible man and tormenting him
Using a beautiful woman as her instrument
A spider in my case, as i fell into her webs of charm
She waited for the right time to snatch the life from me
To snatch my hope from me, to snatch my love from me
You cannot love twice, oh no you cannot
Once a heart is broken it cannot be re-broken
Tell me why there arent stars in the sky anymore
Tell me why candy doesnt taste as sweet as before
I feel her hands when the wind carresses my face
I hear her voice when silence is present
And think of her when the lights are off
She visits me on my dreams once in a while
Not the spider, but the woman that I loved
We talk, we hug, we kiss and we make love
And i do not want to wake up from this dreamscape
But the morning light hits me like a slap in the face
Introducing my life into this sour day
Its been a long time though since she last visited me
What have i done wrong, in what did i fail?
I gave her my heart, and she took it
I gave her my life, and she took it
She hasnt comed back to return it though
Can you tell me what went wrong?
Can you tell me... why she hasnt come back?....

2007-11-02 08:40:11 · 3 answers · asked by Whisper G 1

*****
Sentry

With eye’s unyet accustomed
I walk into the darkness
Me and my moon
We watch the paths
And keep the lanterns lit
So, along the way, the shades of gray
Won’t lash out at you
Thrash about with you

With leg’s unyet weary
We step onto the stones
Me and my tomtom
We are the back-beat tempo
That makes the toe tapping, slightly
An odd rolling rhythm in the trees that sway
Bring no harm to you
Call alarm to you

With a heart unyet broken
A story waits to unfold
Me and the poets
Send out songs to you
Words littered in uneven piles, stacking
Meanings with substance on purposeless flights
Beg tokens from you
Masquerade for you

*****

2007-11-02 06:16:42 · 11 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

I would love some answers from all of you critics that dissect a poem without hesitation, as well as you poets who are hesitant to post anything here because of said critics.

2007-11-02 05:08:36 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

Just a thought...

2007-11-02 03:40:54 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

If I asked your criticism, to be intelligent,
would your criticism remain relevant?
If to this question, you can't reply,
prove my point, and just defy.
If I made no mention, of smoking while I wrote this,
would you still have noticed?
"No", is the answer you may be fighting,
while you sit, indulged by my writing.

For a reader, now I stray from rhyme.
Poetry is play to me,
I take it all, with a grain of salt.
I am in no schemes, deliberately.
They are playful fields, through which I wander.

Jumping track to track, and back I squander.
To me, my style does not come in pain,
"Inspiration is everywhere", I'll say it plain.

2007-11-02 03:19:18 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

theres award for editors choice, poem of the month,and to buy a copy of immortal verses. if i'm this good why do i need to pay?

2007-11-01 23:30:00 · 17 answers · asked by dave s 1

I read a thing, I don't enjoy, but do not criticise.
"Feel it. Just take it in.", are words, from the wise.
I leave it be, or, guide its author, gently;
I don't act as though "Poetry Heaven" sent me.
I need not, your words of dislike, for my rhyme;
Trust me, if you will, you're wasting your time.
Especially, if your own, are so impersonal;
you might as well, have pasted mine.

Mine are written, with feeling and thought.
Fame, is someone, they've never sought.

So, I give you, freely, a rhyme or two.
Brilliantly, you might criticise;
yet, still, I would not trade minds with you.
Accept my words, or not; be respectful.
Sheltered, you are not; by the title "Intellectual".

"Criticise", I say! I'll only ignore, and simply move my eyes.
Knowing criticism of poetry, is not a hobby of the wise.

2007-11-01 23:26:08 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

I read a thing, I don't enjoy, but do not criticise.
"Feel it. Just take it in.", are words, from the wise.
I leave it be, or, guide its author, gently;
I don't act as though "Poetry Heaven" sent me.
I need not, your words of dislike, for my rhyme;
Trust me, if you will, you're wasting your time.
Especially, if your own, are so impersonal;
you might as well, have pasted mine.
Mine are written, with feeling and thought.
Fame, is someone, they've never sought.

I give you, freely, a rhyme or two
Brilliantly, you might criticise;
yet, still, I would not trade minds with you.
Accept my words, or not; be respectful.
Sheltered, you are not; by the title "Intellectual".

"Criticise", I say! I'll only ignore, and simply move my eyes.
Knowing criticism of poetry, is not a hobby of the wise.

2007-11-01 23:25:00 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

I read a thing, I don't enjoy, but do not criticise.
"Feel it. Just take it in.", are words, from the wise.
I leave it be, or, guide its author, gently;
I don't act as though "Poetry Heaven" sent me.
I need not, your words of dislike, for my rhyme;
Trust me, if you will, you're wasting your time.
Especially, if your own, are so impersonal;
you might as well, have pasted mine.
Mine are written, with feeling and thought.
Fame, is someone, they've never sought.

I give you, freely, a rhyme or two
Brilliantly, you might criticise;
yet, still, I would not trade minds with you.
Accept them, or not; be respectful.
Sheltered, you are not; by the title "Intellectual".

"Criticise", I say! I'll only ignore, and simply move my eyes.
Knowing criticism of poetry, is not a hobby of the wise.

2007-11-01 23:23:28 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

plz need it urgently...
plz help////

2007-11-01 22:55:51 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Going against the master,
struggling to go faster and faster.
Pinned, forked, skewered, and I'm still fine.
I didn't see the mate in Nine...

2007-11-01 21:54:51 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

With reading this poem do you understand who or what i am talkin about. also please give opinions good or bad?


Im In Love

It took me a while to understand
This Man
This being
By finally seeing this light He had
I tried to avoid it
Force myself not to fall
But my mind was to weak

His face i didnt have to see
for His words were breath taking
Up lifting
So powerful was His mind
That each time He spoke
My body felt fre e from all that was bothering me
Holdin me back from the path im suppose to take

I gave my soul to Him
and how good did it feel
To finally be loved
to be held

He broke all barriers to my heart
torn apart all pain
Wiped away each tear that appeared on my face

This gace
This love
For I have never felt
Love was a known uknown

But now truly I am in love

2007-11-01 20:09:11 · 6 answers · asked by ccret 2

to dodge a bulltet here and now im not emo for the record.and i just was in a really bad fight with a loved one.

Tears arrange on my face,
Trying to cover up all my ashes and mistakes,
Each drop shows concealment of my real face,
I have fallen far from grace,

Smacking killing all that will fall,
But the world is glued,
To the dreams I live on,
So no more chance of what is gone.

Nails tare and shred along my wall,
Leaving red as I ball,
My hands they cling,
To my stained wall,

Leaving traces of fear,
That brought more than one tear,
In all of my life,
It’s bringing nothing to me but strife,

All I think of is slamming my head against this window pane,
Striking and Shattering glass,
For I know it will fall,
Trying to feel no more shame,
But they save me again to my distain,

Please take me away from all this insanity,
Tears locked up inside my coffin,
Stamped and sealed shut,
Ship me off to the place they call hell.

I have hid my emotion far from the living,
So I don’t have to do anymore giving,

If I show no hope of what should have come,
I wont be let down from finding that there is none.

2007-11-01 19:25:04 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

For those of you, who of which, have the knowledge, art, craft and written meaning, of poetry,
I ask these questions of thee.

I am currently working on a piece that reflects the feelings of NOW that will flow into the feelings of the now on the tomorrow of today.
Since some here stated that titles do not mean anything, I myself have to disagree.

Knowing that which you know, from the flow of the piece to come from above, I am working with titles. I am leaning towards one, and would like your opinions, suggestions, comments and directions..

“Today, Tomorrow’s Today”
----or----
“Today and Tomorrows Today”

I look to you for your experience, expertise, and knowledge in the art of that I create.

DC’s appreciated.
(DC’s = Detailed Comments)

Pease and Love to you all,
Sam

2007-11-01 19:15:17 · 6 answers · asked by Sam 4

2007-11-01 17:53:51 · 5 answers · asked by sussus 1