Poetry

(Fill in here your poem, please.)

2007-10-24 18:14:03 · 7 answers · asked by :)(: 5

remember charlie

remembver charlie,
when you woke up last night,
your face dripping with perilous fright,
making you wish you never slept that night,
those things under your bed,
hoping you dead,
putting these images in your head,
smelling the air,
they smell more than sweat,
they sit there and bet,
when youll run for the door,
so they,
can cut your achillies tendon,
till you beg and say no more,
dragging your legs past the inside of your door,
you feel nothing,
just trying to get away,
nails scraping across the floor,
leaving marks all the way,
dragged back past you door,
under the bed,
where evil is bred,
"that wont happen charlie"
the voices said,
there is nothing under your bed,
"so run for the door,
so we can play some more."

2007-10-24 17:29:22 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

{LivingDeadGirls challenge one-liner for me LOL I hope I got you right in this hon *^_^* after all, a pendulum doesn't work right with lack of consentration}


Like a Game of Cat and Mouse without Remorse

Like a game of cat and mouse
LivingDeadGirl’s in da house
slowly breathing, slowly healing
in “recoup” from Y/A louse

Her soul’s a welcomed breath of air
but, at the same time, one to fear
She roams the living in search of pain
which in return adds to her strength

Do unto her or taste the wrath
once in her vice, you can’t look back
She’ll change your heart, your soul, you mind
Just smile and wave as you walk by

For if she finds her way to you
Yahoo vandals, gutless through
The fury deep within her heart
will over time, rip you apart

with no remorse...


Loves ya girl and thank you so much for the challenge, I will get on the others as well tomorrow kk?, All the Very Best, Shad @)~>~

2007-10-24 14:20:30 · 5 answers · asked by ? 3

Oh, I need help. >.<

Are there *any* similarities/parallels that can be drawn between modern confessional poetry and English Romanticism? Any thoughts would be very useful.

(Also, if it helps, I'm trying to compare two love poems - The Indian Serenade by Percy Shelley and one of Adrienne Rich's Twenty-One Love Poems.)

2007-10-24 14:19:00 · 3 answers · asked by Liz Tess 3

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2007-10-24 14:14:20 · 3 answers · asked by spencer_tracy 3

{David F's challenge one-liner for me *^_^*}


Roast, Taters and Hot Wings, Yuk!

Roast, taters
and hot wings
among many
other things
cooking in my kitchen
bubbling,
brewing,
kettle sings

Toaster popping,
micro stopping
Whoo!
The coffee’s almost done
Manic, frantic
in a panic
making food
for everyone

Breaking,
shaking,
beating,
making
Soup d’jour
and egg flambe’
tenderizing,
compremising

(should it really taste this way?)

YuK!


Thank you so much my friend, this was fun to do *^_^* All the Very Best, Shad @)~>~

2007-10-24 13:51:58 · 5 answers · asked by ? 3

{Ning-Nongs challenge one-liner for me}

I’m lonely
but, not alone
fond of a friend
I so, have grown
You love the ocean
I love it too
We sail ships
made just by you
I hoist the from masts
our get away
You at the helm
steering the way
Yes, I am lonely
but, not alone
cause far away
I have a home...


thank you my friend, I will get to the others tomorrow, All the Very Best, Shad @)~>~

2007-10-24 13:47:01 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

Can you please try to explain what it is saying and maybe put it in your own words? Thanks!


There are three lessons I would write --
Three words, as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light,
Upon the heart of men

Have hope! through clouds environ round,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow,
No night but hath its mourn.

Have faith! where're thy bark is driven --
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth --
Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven
The inhabitants of earth.

Have love! not love alone for one,
But man as man thy brother call,
And scatter, like the circling sun,
Thy charities on all.

Thus grave these lessons on thy soul,
Hope, faith, and love; and thou shalt find
Strength when life's surges rudest role,
Light when thou else wert blind.

2007-10-24 13:30:36 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Beano
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

It was just around the bend of the road,
That I came upon this pleasant scene.
Freshly fallen snow,
Lay light and fluffy upon the ground.
Flakes still fell gracefully from above,
As I opened my mouth to taste their tasteless coolness.
Others carressed my cheek on the way down.

I saw what appeared to be little houses,
Placed around as if painted,
Against the bright bluish gray winter sky.
A sigh of astonishing surprise became,
A trail of steam which became the words,
I love this place!
I brushed some frost away from a sign.
It read:
Welcome To Beano!
Population, You and all Your Beloved!
I thanked God I was home!

2007-10-24 12:36:11 · 10 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

Also, what is the significance of the "waist of gold" the "clarity and your dark" and "messy chesnut" ?

2007-10-24 12:24:32 · 1 answers · asked by allydally 2

I am doing a meaphor poem i need one for ath to sensory imagery.
Taste ,smell or touch HEEPL

FOR SOUR PATCHES CANDYYYY!!!! ;)

2007-10-24 11:35:09 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

celebration of the damned

I woke up late this morning,
Thinking, what a pleasant day to die.
Pain was all that I could see,
Tomorrow for me will never be.

As I stood there naked,
This world was not meant for me.
The concepts that I tried to grasp,
Will still be here when I cease to be.

Now is when we choose to die,
The future is not guaranteed.
No matter what the others say
Razors seem to be the only way.

I've had enought, now set me free,
You know forever is just a lie.
A celebration of the damned,
I have come for deaths warm embrace.

The kindness of death;s grasp,
Relieves us from our pain.
The time has come for us to leave,
Our burnt out love has now decayed.

2007-10-24 08:12:53 · 11 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

2007-10-24 06:59:10 · 12 answers · asked by alex 2

sell out

She sits there on her velvet throne,
With blood she rules, the evil queen.
Don't you see the darkeness dear,
The cursed night has now wiped out the dawn.

Revenge for all the lives you took,
Our agony is just what you feel.
Pain is just a fact of life,
Your life is now complete disaster.

Cut off your nose to spite your face,
Forgiveness is made for the weak.
Before the rain of heavens pain,
I dare you now, just don't complain.

You've torn out my heart again,
We've done this dance so many times.
I have for you just one small question,
How many times will your dignity sell for a dime?

Give in to your dark desires,
Your old cuts and sores reopened.
Get down now, on your knees and beg,
It's so funny, no one ever leaves here alive.

2007-10-24 06:43:45 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

life of love and of hate
when will this cycle break
endless nights spent alone
I think to myself to each their own
as I whimper through my tears
I confirm all of my worst fears
some days I feel everything is right
to return to days living in fright
where do I go from here
when nothing ever seems fair
my fairy tale gone astray
only I seem to pay
when will this charade end
when can my heart finally mend
one day hopefully I will see
the me I've always dreamed I'd be

2007-10-24 06:19:21 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Can you feel my greif
Wooden Womb

I do not recall who was there
just that there were so many
the church was overflowing.
I sat there staring at the flag
that draped the closed wooden womb
where your body lay seperated
from the living, in my case the half living.
Father Becker, your favorite priest
delivered the funeral mass
in his gentle, comforting voice
no comfort did I find.
I could not grasp anything,
or anyone around me.
My heart, my mind, was up there
on the altar beneath the flag
inside the wooden womb with you.

2007-10-24 05:09:23 · 5 answers · asked by Marilyn T 3

Dr. Dimwit, can you give a
little something for my ale
a tiny lift of this or that for
I am feeling mighty frail

Dr. Dimwit, are you listening?
Should I call 911?
Just a shot is all I ask, a pill?
a dose? I’m so hum drum

Dr. Dimwit look my way!
I haven’t got all frappin’ day!
Today’s the day I have to face
and for my son be truly brave

Dr’. Dimwit do you expect me to
hold my head up high
while my baby boy has surgery?
I don’t want to cry!

Dr. Dimwit you’re fool,
a heartless moronic little boob!
To sit and watch a mother break,
to give her nothing for her ale

Dr. Dimwit, sir, I swear,
if he’s not in the best care
I will shoot you up and lay you out
and take your heart! Sound fair?

Oh, what’s that Dr. Dimwit?
Oh, your hearing aid’s turned down?
No, well I was asking for
a little “help me out?”

“*Here’s a little sedative
Mrs. Brown, are you alright?
Your son Ty’s in recovery,
his surgery went fine*”

2007-10-24 03:33:16 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

1. who, being loved, is poor?
2. keep love in your heart
3.the consciousness of loving and being loved brings warmth and richness to life
4.a life it is like a sunl;ess garden when the flowers are dead
5.nothing else can bring....

2007-10-23 20:53:38 · 3 answers · asked by E@rthGoddess 6

Why is this worth learning?

2007-10-23 20:13:28 · 4 answers · asked by spencer_tracy 3

2007-10-23 19:18:09 · 13 answers · asked by Dan 1

i awoke in a scarlet haze
adrenaline an icy rush through my veins
a swiftly moving figure cloaked in black
moved through my window; paused and looked back
"one more night, my love, you will be mine"
said his thoughts to my thoughts, vague, undefined.
i slept. the sun rose, hurting my head.
little did i know that i was becoming undead
the day was quite tiring; i was distant, distracted
when somone spoke to me i barely reated
an ephimereal fog had clouded my vision
like the name on a headstone of a corpse which had risen
night fell. my candle was burning out quickly
my face in the mirror was pale, wan and sickly
the flame sputtered out and i was filled with this yearning
for that which was lost, for rejoining, returning
from the depths of my soul i lay screaming his name
time stopped.the world stilled. he heard, and he came.
i threw open the window and let darkness in
sealing my doom and rejoicing in sin
swift exhilaration and unbearably sweet pangs

2007-10-23 17:52:20 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

How could one explain how he is mischievous in the poem?

"Spring is the mischief in me..."

I'm a bit lost :P

Thanks!

2007-10-23 17:38:19 · 3 answers · asked by spencer_tracy 3

i need two well known poems one with a metaphor and one with an alliteration can anyone help me please????
thanx<3

2007-10-23 16:26:49 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

What kind of poem is The Raven?

2007-10-23 15:16:58 · 6 answers · asked by GottaHitThatBtchOhGo 1

...Aur dard dastak diye bina laut jayega
Tees use lagti hai....

2007-10-23 14:36:40 · 1 answers · asked by vizziee 2

it has to be about patriotism, the flag, or veterans. it doesnt have to be long. please help!! THANKS

2007-10-23 13:47:08 · 2 answers · asked by Coolio 3

Who are the two speakers in Housman's poem,"is my team ploghing"
1.
2.

2007-10-23 13:06:58 · 2 answers · asked by gg 1

Fishers of Men
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

Prepare your nets,
All you called out of sin.
For Jesus has come,
And made us fishers of men.

That those that we catch,
Will not squirm in a net.
But stand before God,
With nary a fret.

Come now,
Divide the sheep from the goats.
The faithful and true,
Let's increase them of hope!

Fear not little children,
Your God surely reigns.
Over Heaven and the Earth,
From mountain to plain.

Cast down your sickle,
Let the harvest begin!
The Lord cometh nigh,
To make fishers of men!

2007-10-23 12:01:56 · 8 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

God on a Harley

I had a talk with God one night
At least that's who he posed to be.
He sat down in my rocking chair
And said what would you ask of me?

It didn't take me long to think;
I didn't even have to try.
Before he got the question out
I said why God why?

What took posession of your soul
To invent this thing called life?
What master plan could be behind
This insane updown strife?

All he did was shake his head.
He said he didn't know.
He said that he was running late.
And that he had to go.

He said life's what you make of it;
Just do what you want to do.
There's no mystery there to solve my child
The only mystery to solve is you.

As he rose and turned to leave
I knew that's what God would have said.
Just find out what makes you happy
And do it til you're dead.

But I couldn't help but wonder
What god chose as his trip.
And couldn't help but smile
When I saw him mount his harley
And let it rip.

2007-10-23 11:36:47 · 2 answers · asked by Patty K 2

Temptation of a Princess
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

She was just a wee child,
When she learned of God.
She spake in parables at school,
And was deemed unique.
In church she spoke in tongues,
Long forgotten.
Aramaic and Latin,
Her favorites.
She had been annointed,
Directly after leaving the womb.
She saw more than light.
She saw a Messenger of God.
From then on she never strayed from Him.
He Who Is Ageless and Holy.
Sensing this connection.
Evil has never even attempted,
Any temptation of this princess.

2007-10-23 10:49:19 · 10 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7