Poetry

Yet I fear there is something near that is not loud but I can hear
soon it will apear soon in my ear

who wrote it and where is it from

2007-10-18 16:13:32 · 3 answers · asked by daid k 2

I mean they are clichés for a reason, because they were beautiful phrases? Yes ok it gets boring, but there will come a time when words are all just clichés. How many songs and poems do you really like that are full of clichés? it's common and safe yes, but they can be used in an imaginative way can't they? Personally I kinda like the odd cliché every now and then, especially when it is applied in a different way to how many of us would have otherwise percieved it, thoughts on the matter anyone? We only say it is wrong because that is what our lecturers have said.

2007-10-18 15:39:49 · 14 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

2007-10-18 14:30:30 · 3 answers · asked by DIANA L 1

A Poet From The Moon
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

I was downtown Newark, N.J.,
Corner of Broad and Market in fact.
When the first ship arrived,
Causing my whole face to go slack.

The streets cleared fast,
There were folks hurdling other folks to run by.
One second I'm ordering a hotdog,
And a UFO appears in the sky.

Out of it's speakers,
Came voice that soothed like a croon.
That's the first time we on Earth,
Heard the poet from the moon.

2007-10-18 14:08:21 · 6 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

A lot of what I've written recently isn't appropriate for YA. This one is, but if you can't handle religious content please stop reading now. It is not my desire to upset anyone. This was a parable I attempted on a workshop site. Please let me know what you think?

Logos

The flavor you are trying to describe
is found in the seeds
of the pomegranate,
mixed with moonlight, and tears. You will never
forget this taste. I pity you.
Everything will be less
vibrant now—everything will be…
less.

If you had asked:
How are we alike?
How could I deny you?
The stars would still be your blanket.
The garden still soft beneath your feet.

No. I would not have said love—that is not
the image you bear. The sword still spins
to protect this creation from your harsh love.
A love that would crush the Jay in its hands
The blood sings from the ground to Me—
not for vengeance—but in awe.

Does that give you a clue?

I am a Namer. I create with words.
What was light before I said it?
Was it conceived?
You are also a Namer. I would not
take that from you though
your tongue has turned black.
You create also. You do more than define:
The thought gives birth to the word; the word precedes the act.
What was murder before you said it?
You have continued to name

Deceit
Fear
Shame

Each word creates and confines. You still lack patience.
You will not hear me. My words will no longer strive
with your limited vocabulary.
I leave you one word behind.

Hope

It didn’t exist before I said it.
At the proper time you must scream it
to the hills and look up.
You will find Me waiting there,
I never left.
For I too am a Namer,
and I AM patient.

2007-10-18 14:07:48 · 15 answers · asked by Todd 7

Retreat
Flee from the light of day
Hide your heart in darkness
Close your eyes to the hot
Spears of sunlight
And look to hope no more

Cage your spirit
Erect iron bars around your soul
Lock it in the dark confines
Of forgetfulness
And look to remembrance no more

Turn away from the world
Protect your fragile self
Let darkness and loneliness
Be your haven
And you shall hurt no more

2007-10-18 13:57:08 · 6 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

Insidious Demons

An empty darkness is creeping in
Surrounding and suffocating me
Like a heavy blanket; a merciless fog
I feel it clawing at my flesh
Pulling at my soul
It won’t give up; I won’t give in
To this swirl of emptiness rising within

It is a thing eating at me
Wearing me down
Exposing what I hold inside
Tearing away my mask
In a black rage like fire
Its thick smoke chokes me

As thick dark blood
Oozes from unhealing wounds
The deep cut of the knife
That reveals the empty soul beneath

That heavy unnerving presence
Hangs close like a dark cloud
Imprisoned by its bars
I am held by the darkness
It kills all hope and aspiration
As quick as the rain swept candle dies

It is black oil that seeps into my bones
It’s a strangling vine entwining my soul with emptiness
And squeezing life from my heart
It plants its heavy hopeless seeds
Deep into the pit of my being


I feel nausea sweep through me
In a cloud of mind-numbing dizziness
It whispers of all things sour
I feel its arms drape over me like a thick curtain
Its face looms above like a dark shadow
And I cannot run for it finds me
It runs me down like a monstrous beast
Invading my sleep in feverish nightmares
Crushing and cramping till my breath runs short
All around me it twists and twirls like a cyclone
Howling in despair of the soul it must capture
And I cannot escape this frenzy of emotion
This emptiness, this sorrow, this cold lonely fear
That I am not in control
That I am just a pawn
The first sacrifice, that I am nothing
With no soul, no life, no choice

Could the light ever reach me?
In the darkness of hell?
Could it ever bring the sunshine
To my weary soul
Or am I doomed forever
Captured by the demons
That have devoured all that was dear
All that was once in my heart
All that was good and pure
Is now a distant memory
A fantasy I hold
Something that once was
Could it ever be again?

2007-10-18 13:50:22 · 3 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

Your face is like an angel
Looking into my soul
Your smile is infectious,
Courageous and bold

You have eyes of innocence
Big and round and blue
Life is so much sweeter
Since I was blessed with you

You’re tough and energetic
Creative and bright
Patient, kind and caring
Filling my world with light

I love you dear sweetheart
Nothing compares to you
The warmth and love you give
Will always shine through

2007-10-18 13:47:29 · 7 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

Tears are so friendly
when I cry them for you
when you are sad and hurting
I am hurting too
your love is so pure
you do not see my flaws
my child you are special
I am forever yours
the sun will shine forever
on your lovely face
and roses will know envy
on sight of your grace
I will be there always
to love and to pray
that happiness will find you
and bless you today
my sweet little angel
I give this gift to you
my eternal love and gratitude
for just being you


Ok say it's not the greatest but I guess we all have poetry that we would like to improve so this is one of them, suggestions?

2007-10-18 13:45:07 · 7 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

Or should I continue with poems about my contacts?

2007-10-18 12:38:00 · 12 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

2007-10-18 11:21:25 · 1 answers · asked by shuteyes 1

heaven and hell

I walk on this planet,
And I am just a man.
Tripping, sometimes stumbling,
I try to do the best I can

No more important than anyone else,
Whatever I do I really have no plan.
I want to experience all life has to give,
I've never lived my life, wanting to live.

Bored and depressed til you came along,
I'm just tired of being a working class slave.
Heaven and Hell, I believe we create,
Wandering this palnet we decide our own fate.

I've gone from the deepest most painful of hell,
Come out the oter side fully intact.
To hell with you Satan I'm not coming back,
I love my new life, my wife I adore.

My pain from the past, now slowly it fades,
Pain for true love, a hell of a trade.
Most everyone I know wishes us the best,
Those who oppose, can go straight back to hell.

2007-10-18 08:59:25 · 9 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

I kinda get the meaning of this peom, but what is its significance what is the author trying to tell us?

http://plagiarist.com/poetry/3720/

2007-10-18 07:42:26 · 2 answers · asked by Cutie 3

My life has gone down,
The frown on my face,
Continues to stand its ground.
My life had been great,
I had things I could appreciate.
But in my ignorance of those things,
They were left unappreciated.
I was happy with the life I lived,
And for others’ lives,
I didn’t give.
But now there’s a different place where I live,
Half way across the world,
In a country that shares,
No resemblance in the place which we left.
I left my friends and family behind,
Without sharing a proper goodbye.
To those that I would gladly give my life for,
I quickly ignored the tears,
And in my immature impatience,
Barely gave my best friend,
A reasonable hug and goodbye.
Before I knew it,
My life in Texas was at an end.
So then I carried the guilt,
Of forgetting to comprehend,
The effect it would have on my life,
The tears my stupidity would cause,
And the people I would hurt in my proud bigotry.
But now my wrongs have been righted,
My mistakes are forgotten,
My goodbyes are renewed,
Into a farewell,
Worth leaving for you.

2007-10-18 07:35:48 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

nothing remains

I have the feeling like being torn apart,
When my pleasures and desires meet.
Please let me enjoy these moments,
Until the very last second ticks slowly away.

Nothing is left but your image in my head,
A fading picture in my blackend mind.
I lay down my head in deepest sorrow,
I feel absolute emptiness deep sown in my soul.

The waves of time wash away the blood,
So that nothing remains of all of this.
Sadness encompasses my entire pathetic life,
But only you really know me, know exactly where I hurt.

As my life slowly fades away to gray,
I can see the end of this perfect misery.
My tears fall down, completely fee,
In a never ending salty running stream.

My journey into freedom, has now just begin,
I can see all the things left to my way come.
But life is not always just how is seems,
Again I spend my night, drowning in my dreans.

2007-10-18 07:11:24 · 7 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Let me steal you from the one you love
In hopes that as time passes you'll love me.
So deeply does your smile my heart move
That merely touching you is ecstasy.
Normally, such crimes are not my style,
Nor would I infidelity propose;
But I love you so much I can't revile
Anything that some slight hope bestows.
Let me show you how I'll care for you,
How good it feels to have me at your side,
How spring eternal I'll make ever new,
And every want or passing whim provide.
Try me out. I promise you'll be mine
Once you see how bright my sun can shine.

2007-10-18 03:05:10 · 6 answers · asked by HEARTBOUND♥ 4

Thanx for looking.
I recently got an assignment to write an observing essay for my English course. Mine is about a bird. Please tell me if the intro is catchy Please

In a room with dimmed lights and large tinted windows I found a pair of binoculars, a row of benches and number of plaques with pictures. An odor of freshly opened bag of potatoe chips was filling the room as a little girl enjoyed her snack. Surprised and full of desire to tell others the girl said “Look, look mommy a bird” as she was looking outside through the window of the bird watching room. Outside, among standing tall green mature trees on a small grassy area, nearly twice the size of normal living room, in a nice calm weather birds she saw bird picking on fresh meal of their favorite seeds. Two waterfalls and three bird feeders make a heavenly environment for all creatures that enjoy fresh sip of water and a meal.

2007-10-18 02:51:27 · 5 answers · asked by I need help 4

My life is going down; this frown continues to stand its ground. Life was going great; I had things to appreciate, like my friends and my life. But now I've lost all appreciativeness, I moved with my family half-way across the world, and though I've got my siblings, I feel like there’s a vast emptiness. Every day I log onto this site to talk to you guys, and for some reason, it feels like I’m home. I can remember the days, when I was crying, when I was angry, and when I was sad, ya'll guys would be there and I would be glad. But now I’m here in the Netherlands, and I remember how I would brag, I would tell everyone that this place was my home, where I came from, and nonetheless, now I feel that it is the place where I ran from... These are my feelings of the past and the present, of the future undone.

2007-10-18 02:44:37 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-10-18 01:21:22 · 20 answers · asked by Anonymous

I do not mean to be impolite or rude. This is an honest question for a poem I'm writing. I want to know how does it taste, feel, smell, etc. Please, if you're going to answer this please do using the five senses. Thank you very much. I would appreciate the help.

2007-10-17 19:47:03 · 3 answers · asked by tiara 1

The companionship of my tea-cup
Her social embrace
The sadness of her bitter cold dregs
Discarded with yesterdays despair
The warmth forgotten long ago
Her comfort now just a memory
Once she held my secrets
Listened to downtrodden ramblings
Shared with me my hopes and dreams
Warmed frostbitten fingertips
On frigid winter days
And now she lays dismembered
Shattered on the floor
Like busted dreams and scattered hopes
My secrets she hears no more


I say 'her' to make the teacup more human, to go with the flow of the poem, and personilise it for the reader.

2007-10-17 15:40:06 · 4 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

I need help on what these quotes from the poem "The Raven" mean.

"oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"

"Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!"

"From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore..."

Here is the poem if it helps.
http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html

2007-10-17 13:56:23 · 1 answers · asked by ProgramedBoy 2

The name of the poem is Otherwise, by Jane Kenyon.
What is the meaning of the poem? What kind of figurative language does it use? does use metaphor? stanzas?

Otherwise

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

2007-10-17 13:44:29 · 7 answers · asked by Cutie 3

2007-10-17 13:22:17 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

honey,, heat,, ashlee,, pond

2007-10-17 13:14:28 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

my teacher said something that i didn't understand and i was wondering if any one could help me

He Said "a verse can be a poem but a poem cannot be a verse"

i dont get it plz help

2007-10-17 13:09:25 · 12 answers · asked by Debbie 2

What do you think of when you imagine "war"? Please be describtive, as if you're writing a poem. Just want to see everyone's poetic descriptions/feelings about a gruesome habit that we humans consist of.

2007-10-17 10:34:26 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm very interested in poetry and I have written some stuff, but feel zero confidence, what are the best books to read? and where are the best first places to actually send your writing to get feed back and evaluation?

2007-10-17 10:15:39 · 17 answers · asked by fatima 1

regrets

The pain inside only grows with time,
Grief envelops my very soul.
Ever silent in a lifetime of regret,
Words mean nothing in the end.

Sacrificed to the bitter chill of the night,
I will ride the wind like Icarus forever.
Like the last remnants of a dying sun,
From which a silent cry echos still

My blood is boiling inside my veins,
Pain waltzes together with my agony.
Lies, they are laughing at my burning tears,
I long for just this once, to love all my fears.

I still wait for the sun to somehow rise,
For the light to emerge from the eastern sky.
Come deadly wind, come embrace the night,
Daylight it waits to end my suffering forever.

2007-10-17 09:27:08 · 8 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

http://www.rubysbooks.i8.com/rich_text.html

2007-10-17 05:09:47 · 9 answers · asked by Spirit Dancer 5