Poetry

My English is excellent, but i'm not a native speaker.

2007-10-26 06:28:47 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Okay, I will finally bite, out of the same urge that propels the awful vanity contests. If someone like Todd would reply, I'd appreciate it (a nod to your skills, man).
This is longitude.


Longitude

Magnetic fluxlines of organization
spill outward from the dark secret
heart of the Arctic ocean,
frozen,
yet, we know, fluid
time cracked into discrete floes -
a grin of pack ice
incisors wedged securely behind
obscurity’s overfull lips.

They ripple through, divide and conquer us,
rule us like loose leaves, blueblood
veins rushing their rabid hormone, civilizin.
They set the tempo of the human heart
beat, instruct it on where & when it lives and why.

By Tropic of Capricorn they know they’re almost done -
convene at the summit on that anti-Arctic ocean, that craggy capital
clock of terrain gone over to freezing time,
to pour themselves into a singular definition
The world can turn on.

And I know longitude, not
gravity straps us
to this spinning surface.

2007-10-26 06:25:14 · 3 answers · asked by ? 5

commotion seeps through the wires
from all parts of the world they come to release their foul- smelling answers
pleasing themselves
while hoping to twist the brain knobs of another
to switch the polarity of a jinxed soul

slamming their words into the keys on their keyboards
they commit sins
firing hate
electrifying networks
testing censors

some feel achievement
some feel emotional elation
some feel its their duty

shooting rockets back and forth
on the right flank
towards the rear

machinegunning liberals with reverse polarity
a handgrenade into a republican gangbang
independents watch and look for scraps smugly in the safely of camouflage

wicked electric life
humanity turned sonic
wired to nuclear power
crossing the globe faster than a click

cyber yelling
electrical slaps and kicks
through the blackhole
controlling
consuming
endless electric chair free speech



Did this go anywhere?

2007-10-26 04:35:35 · 1 answers · asked by Beertha 2

Part Five: The Single Hound

XXIV


THE DIFFERENCE between despair
And fear, is like the one
Between the instant of a wreck,
And when the wreck has been.

The mind is smooth,—no motion— 5
Contented as the eye
Upon the forehead of a Bust,
That knows it cannot see.



** is there any site i could find a FREE analysis of the poem?

2007-10-26 04:14:06 · 2 answers · asked by Basma 2

*****
Hallowed Saints Eve

What’s that?…out there behind the maple,
I will not see it if I don’t look out the window,
I’ll stay here with sheets pulled over my eyes,

I’m frightened by the night,
The lightless hours,
I wait here for the sun,
Under the blankets, where it’s warm,

What’s that sound…the damn cat!?!
Where’s my Louisville bat?
If, whatever it is, comes inside, I’ll give it a whack!

I lay back, close my eyes, trapping the voices inside,
If I sleep I will not hear the sounds it makes,
No mistake, I’d rather be awake, at guard, alive…

*****

2007-10-26 04:01:05 · 10 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

Has anyone heard the poem Nino Cubano recited by Luis Alberto Montaner? Im looking for it online but havent found it. Its in spanish btw. Help Please =)

2007-10-26 03:26:17 · 1 answers · asked by likewhoaitscindy 1

If I could capture the meaning
Of thoughts I am feeling
And words that show
How endless and eternal
The depth of yearning.

Capture the thought that eludes me
Paint a picture, of hope and wanting
With words that feel the longing.

Hearts are weak as needs are stronger
Makes wonders magical
Powerful energy drawing you closer
To me.

Blending, united, perfectly fit
Together, creating all bliss
Bountiful love, everlasting joy
Share worlds, souls entwined.

Growth and expansion perfectly expressed
All That Is encouraging and knowing
Teaching the lessons of growing
Darkly, our secrets are telling.

Bound to me for eternity
No other can last in contrast
My heart says what words cannot
Strength endures, softness cries out.

With all there is to desire
Cherish the seconds forever
Hope and truth, hand in hand
Walking together ever and ever.

The feeling without thoughts or imaginings
Take me where vision is lacking

2007-10-26 03:20:07 · 8 answers · asked by Virtual Evie 4

Kavanagh, yeats, Pearse, montague.....or any other and which of their poems is your favourite?

2007-10-26 02:03:32 · 12 answers · asked by izzie 2

Ruby Dee is an unacknowledged genius.

When I saw her work in `Number Two` which was shown at last year`s London Film Festival, I predicted that she would be nominated for an Oscar if not a BAFTA.

Sadly, she was nominated for neither.

I have recently read her collection of reminiscences including some of the best modern poetry I`ve read. She talks about Diana Sands, whom I too thought was superb....mentioned her in a par which was cut from `Down With Myth America` (New York Times, 1970)

One particular poem ranks with the very best of poetry from any place, any time and this is `I Couldn`t....I Just Couldn`t` It is about all the things we wished we had told a loved one but didn`t or couldn`t. I wept.

Does anyone know where I can contact Ruby Dee?

2007-10-25 21:58:49 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

What do you think of it. Is it good or bad? What do you think the main themes are, any feedback is great because i want to enter it into a competition and i need to see how to improve it first.

This is the poem:

She hides behind normal lies,
The ideas that tear her up inside,
They rip and wrench the pain intense,
She cries for broken ties.

The truth if told would set her free,
But break her spirit as well you see,
For the lies she hides concerns us all,
Its different, Its scary, Its not normal

Her heart is black to men around,
But the light shine on women proud,
Her affection for sin must be kept,
Away from the world that she regrets.

To have affairs with herself,
Not even faithful to the truth,
The truth that burns her soul in hell,
The deamon's hands will take control.

Like a puppet on a string,
She's controlled by other things
The secrets that must be kept,
So that she may be exempt.
Exempt from the world of pain,
That could hav

2007-10-25 19:46:58 · 8 answers · asked by Steffie_crumpet89 3

Your love, dear man, is as lovely to me
As sweet soothing oil to the limbs of the restless,

As clean ritual robes to the flesh of Gods,
As fragrance of incense to one coming home
Hot from the smells of the street
It is like nipple-berries ripe in the hand,
Like the tang of grainmeal mingled with beer,
Like wine to the palate when taken with white bread.

While unhurried days come and go,
Let us turn to each other in quiet affection,
Walk in peace to the edge of old age.
And I shall be with you each unhurried day,
A woman given her wish: to see
For a lifetime the face of her lord.

What kinds of inferences do you make about the speaker based on the things to which she compares. Also, How does the concrete language contribute to the speaker's definition of her love?

2007-10-25 18:46:35 · 3 answers · asked by Benjamin L 1

Your love, dear man, is as lovely to me
As sweet soothing oil to the limbs of the restless,

As clean ritual robes to the flesh of Gods,
As fragrance of incense to one coming home
Hot from the smells of the street
It is like nipple-berries ripe in the hand,
Like the tang of grainmeal mingled with beer,
Like wine to the palate when taken with white bread.

While unhurried days come and go,
Let us turn to each other in quiet affection,
Walk in peace to the edge of old age.
And I shall be with you each unhurried day,
A woman given her wish: to see
For a lifetime the face of her lord.

What kinds of inferences do you make about the speaker based on the things to which she compares. Also, How does the concrete language contribute to the speaker's definition of her love?

2007-10-25 18:20:13 · 5 answers · asked by Benjamin L 1

You’ve already said what you’ve wanted to say in the first verse? You’ve just started the poem and already written yourself into a hole? What do you do next?

(Here is my ‘hole’ that I’ve written myself into.)

These hallowed walls that once housed
childhood wonder and innocence
are now inhibited by
a wiser, but much sadder, soul.

(Perhaps this should be the last verse? Any suggestions?)

2007-10-25 18:14:11 · 4 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

or bad if you mean it there is always bad ones.

rain drops fall upon my sill,

bringing thoughts to my head,
i never thought could never become real,

faces go by,
faster than thought,
each ones face has sagged and dropped,
all of their voices never to be heard,

before the next moon,
they will begin to disper,

one by one,
till one becomes all,
all that was once,
will become nothing by fall.

2007-10-25 16:23:37 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Alright
I just typed this poem.
It's about my cousin, who ran away, and the police found a lot of stuff out about her that no body knew.
Me and her used to be REALLY close and these are my thoughts about this situation. PLEASE GIVE HELPFUL OPINIONS ABOUT MY POEM I WANT TO GIVE IT TO HER SOMEHOW. WHEN I SAY HELPFUL I MEAN NOT DUMB ANSWERS.
Here it is:
Deceit

I’ve known you forever
But not really
You built your life on deceit
You built yourself on deceit
You disappoint me
You sicken me
Why?
You lied about everything to me
Every memory
Just another lie
Look what you’ve become
Are you proud of yourself?
Congratulations you’re pretty
Aren’t you happy?
Look what your beauty got you
Aren’t we all proud
When I think of you
I get sick
Sick with lies and treachery
Do I really want you back in my life?
Just for more lies?
You disappointed a lot of people
You made life promises that you knew you were going to break
Special bonds
Promised supposed to be kept, but not really

2007-10-25 14:32:58 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-10-25 13:00:56 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

My last had a bit of anger to it, but it was truly meant to be funny! Here is one I wrote and meant each word back when I wrote it:
Title: The Ending

I have reached the ending to the end.
The highway that never finished...
The sea with one big island...
Your heart at it's coldesac...

Standing in a puddle of rain,
My heart on your face,
my hands around your feet...
I clench onto the end
for one last breath
one last embrace...

And the mountains crumble,
and the sky slips away from the sun
as farewell slides out of your eyes...

and you wave goodbye~

2007-10-25 09:55:58 · 5 answers · asked by Mandolyn Monkey Munch 6

Here it is....

Title: Fleas

Adam
Had 'em

The end. What'd you think? Be honest, now.

2007-10-25 09:25:02 · 18 answers · asked by Anonymous

As soon as he spoke those three words
I didn't believe my ears
I never thought we’d feel alike
Looking with his hopeful eyes
He waited long for my reply
Standing there in front of me
With his marvelous faith filled grin
Here’s the best day of my life
I left my spot and hugged him tight
When at last I found my voice
I whispered in his perfect ear
“I love yoyos too”

2007-10-25 08:42:12 · 6 answers · asked by acamn91 3

Darkness is falling
as the dreamers don’t awake.
The shadows are forming
and the world they did forsake.

The sound of children playing
can no longer be heard.
The only comforting sound
is the lullaby from a bird.

What has come of this
world we have known?
It is all falling apart
without dreams of there own.

Hatefulness and sin
consumes there mind.
Is this the dreadful
downfall of mankind?

Darkness is falling
as they continue to dream.
Awake in there world
but so asleep the children seem.

Is this what Jesus
calls latter days?
If so.
Pray while you still can
before we’re set ablaze!

2007-10-25 08:24:35 · 20 answers · asked by freckles579 2

I'm from the U.S., if that makes a difference. Thanks! ^.^

Haunting

This old house, now creaking.
Bracken water runs down charred walls.
Tears of loss, and ache, now streaking
flowing like charcoal rivers,
swelled and full of spite.
Sinuous in the silver light:
the glaring sight of the satiated moon.

Deadened forms, cracked and black
red as blood, dry as bone.
Merely fallen leaves. Slightly whispering,
a multitude of hollow voices:
as a chilling wind flows over each
with a seeming moan.
Some indescribable beast, just out of reach?
No…no…only a breeze...I hope.

2007-10-25 08:00:55 · 14 answers · asked by Spiffs C.O. 4

Boy: It’s seemed like yesterday,
Us holding each other,
Never letting go,
Just like yesterday.

Girl: It’s been a ten years now,
Working to live,
Having little time for myself,
It’s been ten years.

His insane passion,
Her successful life,
He had been searching,
She has forgotten.

Boy: I will never forget,
The days we spent,
The sweetness of your kiss,
I will never forget.

Girl: I can’t stay in the past,
I told him I had to go,
Why do I remember now?
I can’t stay in the past.

He finds her sleeping,
She dreaming of the past,
He wakes her with a kiss
She wakes in a panic.

Boy: I have found you!
Your lips still have its sweetness,
How I’ve missed you so!
I have found you!

Girl: Damian!
Why have you come here?
Why do you kiss me?
Damian…

He grabs her by the arm,
She yells and panics,
He pins her to the wall,
She beings to cry.

Boy: Angel, I love you,
I have searched everywhere,
Greendale, Jacksonville, Houston,
Angel, I love you.

Girl: Let me go!
You should have never came,
You don’t understand!
Let me go!

He lets go in shock,
She crawls away,
He is silent,
She can’t get away

Boy: I will never let go,
I have you’re heart,
And you have mine
I will never let go!

Girl: No!
I let go a long time ago,
I have moved on!
No!

He reaches of his gun
She trys to run away
But she was no match for the bullet.
And he was not match for the truth.

2007-10-25 07:23:41 · 5 answers · asked by Ripsi W 2

THE LIFE CYCLE OF A ROSE
A rose begins its life as only a growth from a tiny seed.
From a seed it forms a stem, along which, a few green leaves and thorns do grow.
Then a red bud, so beautiful and tightly woven, begins to bloom.
So grows the ‘Symbol of Love’ we all know, The Rose.

The rose continues to grow and opens into that magical bloom.
More beautiful than ever before.
It excites our senses, as we gaze upon its perfect beauty
and inhale the heavenly scent it so effortlessly exudes.

Our love, as did the rose, began to grow with only that seed.
We were wed, and from that seed we grew to form the stem of our love.
On that stem, through a few thorns, grew six leaves, our six wonderful children.
As did the tightly woven bud, our family was formed.

Day by day, year by year our family continued to grow.
Changing constantly from one stage of life to another.
From the seed that was planted, to the stem and its six leaves,
Forever holding its beauty for the last 50 years, to what it is now, “This Golden Rose”!

2007-10-25 02:27:48 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

my topic for creative writing is gay/lesbian relationships. i have to write a poem about two girls falling slowly in love with each other, but what do i know about that?? my idea sheet says "two girls, one with red hair, one with brown, fighting falling in love with each other, but falling slowly" HELP??

2007-10-25 00:56:48 · 15 answers · asked by deadreams27 1

As I look upon the lawn
I feel an urge but start to yawn
I know the grass is getting high
But what the hell, it soon will die

My wife said, its cause I am lazy
With all this talk it drives me crazy
So why don’t you go out and shop
And to my chair my feet I’ll plop

And then they’ll be more time for beer
I asked for one, go get it dear
I guess she didn’t think it funny
She called me names, it wasn’t honey

And then I said that it won’t start
But she tore that all apart
Because our mower is so old
It takes no gas, you push it cold

So in the end a compromise
She liked the thought to my surprise
I’ll go out and rent a mower
About once a week, his name is Noah

2007-10-24 23:53:33 · 6 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1

could someone please give a link or c+p poem here please. its by george pointing, and is about chailey (sussex, uk)

i cannot find it anywhere on the internet, thanks.

2007-10-24 23:08:29 · 1 answers · asked by Chris K 2

what type of poem is this
The Faces of Fire
© By Kaitlynne L. Birkett

The fire sprints across the plain,
it's breath destroying
all in it's path.
Destructive.
It's red tongue
laps up the brush,
leaving behind only ashes.
Yet miles away,
the fire sits calmly
warming
a cold family's hands.
It is their solace
for all the pain.
The fire burns
in the family's hearts,
angered by their loss.
It dances and leaps,
yet in the end,
always dies.

liek is it a ode or a ballad or a limerick etc.....?

2007-10-24 20:16:43 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace

I'm not looking for you to paraphrase, but more your opinion or analysis of the point he makes. Most interesting response gets 10 points.

2007-10-24 18:46:14 · 4 answers · asked by blackcat3556 4

Smooth and shiny.
Deep green accentuate the look.
A clear dome hovers over.
Deep, rich color fills the vessel.
A cloud like substance,
Illuminates the top.
Bitter-sweet aromas expands into the air around me.
A yearning to have more
Swells in my mouth.




dont be thinking dirty either!! and i know its not the best poem but i thought this was a fun question.... i think the answer is obvious... but can you find it?

2007-10-24 18:34:18 · 20 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-10-24 18:33:47 · 11 answers · asked by darkling 5