Poetry

silent cry

There could be no more tomorrow,
When yesterday was just despair.
In the wishing hours so late,
Nothing much has seemed to even change.

The sky cracks open,
The rain comes pouring down.
This day has come to an end,
All my dreams now thrown away.

The rivers in my dark heart,
They run in blackest streams.
i've waited for the sun to rise,
The light that never came

No escape from my pain within,
No one hears my silent cry.
Away from all a distant dream,
I grasp for hope and the will to carry on.

Look down deep, what do you see,
A broken empty shell, down on bended knees.
How deep the river of my fate,
In the silence of the hours late.

2007-10-13 07:47:13 · 16 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

the goat

I've made love to sweet Lilith fair,
And danced to the zombies dance.
Run my fingers thru Lucifers hair,
And broken his deathly trance.

I am alive, yet somehow dead,
Awake, yet still completely asleep.
I scream for help, but feel the dread,
Now beginning to whimper and weep.

The hotter the fire, the greater the lust,
I break away and think I am free.
But slowly I am turning to dust,
The payment on which I agreed.

The night is shattered by one of my screams,
I gasp for air, and clutch at my throat.
No, this is not a nightmarish dream,
I sold my life to a man, whose feet resembled a goat.

2007-10-13 07:16:28 · 6 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Saturday.
11:26 a.m.
No sleep.
No shower.
Procrastinating to the point of death.

Feeling anxious about nothing.
Thinking of you.
Don’t really know why.
I’m getting nauseous.

Stomach is growling.
I’m not hungry.

Somewhere Dylan is playing softly.
“Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success”

2007-10-13 06:28:23 · 4 answers · asked by Jonny 2

does anyone know of the poem 'centaur' by edwin morgan, if so please help me to understand the poem I don't get it and I cannot find it online anywhere

2007-10-13 06:09:01 · 1 answers · asked by diz 2

Keriyln
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

I have a secret garden,
Locked inside my mind.
Long ago I memorized the way,
Lest anyone should find.

The path to true enlightenment,
The doorway to the Sun.
And how could I trust such great beauty,
To just anyone?

For in my secret garden,
There does grow a tree.
That blossoms with a rare flower,
Which serenades me.

It fills my heart with joy,
That explodes from deep within.
This is why I call this tree,
My Precious Keriyln.

2007-10-13 05:20:52 · 7 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

Smiley George
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

He rode into town,
Said he just passed through Reno.
The sun was at his back,
He was riding a Palamino.

Looking up into the sun,
I could not see his eyes.
But his tone and his speech,
Told me that he was wise.

I knew he was law,
Before I spied his badge.
Texas Ranger it read,
Just like his dad's.

Said he'd been riding lonesome,
For many a day.
He wanted some vittles,
To chase the hunger away.

Asked me next,
Where a man might find grub.
So I turned around,
And pointed straight at the pub.

Thanked me kindly,
Then rode off to get gorged.
Then bring law to town,
Ranger Smiley George.

2007-10-13 05:02:49 · 8 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

My mother-in-law passed away on Thursday and the whole family is very upset. So, I'm trying to lighten their load by taking care of such things. Any suggestions would be great.

2007-10-13 02:23:20 · 4 answers · asked by Deedee 3

'Looking In'

You don't know me
You haven't seen what I've seen
You'd never think of highs and lows
Only lukewarm inbetween

You've seen me cry
You've wiped tears off my face
You can never know why
I feel such disgrace

You take my hand so tenderly
All at once I am made whole
I ask myself why is this stranger
Looking in my soul?

You've seen me at my worst
You've seen me at my best
You know me more than I think you do
You love me with the rest

You've seen into my deep dark past
You've seen everyone I blame
You've seen my secrets and my fears
You love me all the same

You look beyond my outside
You focus deep within
I'm wrong to call you stranger
You're an angel looking in

By smiley_queen_616

2007-10-13 02:21:59 · 7 answers · asked by Leila616 2

I listened to everything you said
And watched everything you did
No love for your man
But you stayed for your kid
I gave you my heart
Took you out of the rain
He gave it to you
But I took your pain
You promised me joy
You promised you’d leave
You promised me things
That were hard to believe
I accept the consequences of my actions
But I don’t regret loving you
I won’t blame myself
For you staying untrue
Now my hearts crushed
And I see that it’s true
That nice guys finish last
Because he still has you
I’ve become the man I hated
But it’s working in my favor
Why are girls attracted
to the insensitive behavior?
Either way I lose
As long as your in my heart and my mind
Looking past the next girl who’s one of a kind
It’s a sad cycle
When all hope goes out the door
I promised myself
I will not hurt (love) anymore

2007-10-13 02:08:38 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Can anybody give me a brief analysis of the following couplet?
"A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent."

It's from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence".

2007-10-13 00:34:17 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

What was the moteves of your in future next.

2007-10-13 00:30:56 · 3 answers · asked by mianshahid554 1

Listen to our young son, crying on the phone
Feeling far less freedom as you’re standing all alone
And deep down we know the reason this is so

Listen to the lawyers picking wallets to the bone
Listen in the foyers to a home now dead and gone
And deep down we know the reason this is so

CHORUS
In the face of disaster, you labeled me a bastard
Now that life’s much faster, is it worth the price you’ve asked for?
The judge awarded custody.
Life came in so completely, and went.
Leaving me with just 13.33 percent

Listen to arraignments - just pretend I’m a wanted man
Listen to state agents try to make a new family plan
And deep down we know the reason this is so

Listen to accusations; not sure of your true intentions
Listen to revelations; and the word “love” no one mentions
And deep down we know the reason you let go

In the face of disaster, material your true master
Now that life’s much faster, is it worth the price you’ve asked for?

CHORUS

2007-10-12 23:51:04 · 4 answers · asked by Your Uncle Dodge! 7

Rain pounds upon the pavement
As I write tonight
My world is filled with beauty
Everything’s alright

My dear children
Are fast asleep
The house is as quiet
As quiet can be

I really love
the way rain sounds
Simple and romantic
The way it all falls down

Life is a quilt
Made up of many things
Unplanned little blessings
That every new day brings

2007-10-12 20:35:28 · 19 answers · asked by Kate 1

i hav to rite a poem with the theme passion dat dosn't hav to be love it can be anthing so longs as it passionate.
-CANNOT RYHME
-PLEZ PPL I NEED SUM TIPS ON HOW TO DO IT OR I FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL

2007-10-12 20:32:08 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Gebet

Herr!schicke,was du willt,
ein liebes oder leides;
ich bin vergnugt,duss beides
aus deinen handen quillt.

wollest mit Freuden
und wollest mit leiden
mich nicht uberschutten!
Doch in der Mitten
liegt holdes Bescheiden.
Eduard Morike



thank you all in anticipation.

2007-10-12 18:30:04 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

A time comes when the last shaft
of sunlight leaks through feathery
puffs of pink smoke, and the sparrows
commence their eerie Sirenian verse.
Such was the time he would appear,
rabid in hunger and terror and pleasure,
and able to ration nonetheless. He would
approach under the cloak of moonlight,
well versed in the intricacy of the webs of
darkness. And so he would begin the
brutal ceremony, his delight at its utmost
overflowing in horror and joy, and
amusement. The rain would come down,
heavy with pain, and drumming the earth
as did Diomedes' horses. This viscous
water had no match in blood, for either
by his kin was slaughtered, with little
care or bias or emotion, and every other
fleeting moment a soul would freeze,
and claw at life, and be washed away
with the glare of the reddened foils of
sorrow and bittersweet harmony.And
this was a mundane night in Elysium,
nothing ever as ironic, for the people
knew nothing of it, and thought nothing of it.

2007-10-12 17:41:04 · 3 answers · asked by cannon_primed 4

I don't care how many syllables.

2007-10-12 16:43:07 · 12 answers · asked by AllahFeatTheMasters 1

I find mine in my children mostly, when I write poetry about them it is usually in a lyrical style. Like this one: And b4 u say it I know it needs work, it's on my to-do list lol, there are a few places that don't flow right, but I'll get there. It's just an example of what inspires me:

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

2007-10-12 16:27:25 · 5 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

Living in a daze
is fine
Until you wake-up
& start to see
everything has
begun to change
And relaize that the World
waits for absolutly
NO ONE

2007-10-12 16:14:41 · 6 answers · asked by octobrrbabii 2

A GATHERING OF GHOSTS


Why is it so easy to create a ghost?

To push a button, trip a switch, speak a word,
point a finger, accuse others, cast a stone,
enact a law, pull a trigger, ignite flames?

The results remain the same.

Why is it so quickly we bury a ghost?

To ignore life’s lessons and deny the past,
stifle scruples, justify guilt, revoke doubt,
shrouding righteousness in a deity’s name?

The results remain the same.

Why is it so hard then to ignore a ghost?

To subdue the conscience and silence the cries,
purge memories, build barriers, deflect faults,
play the game, accepting no personal blame?

The results remain the same.

Why is it so simple to live with the ghosts?

To understand, acknowledge human error,
coming to terms, making amends, righting wrongs,
opening up, reaching out to heal the pain?

The results might keep us sane.


(Because ghosts appear in many forms ... thank you in advance for being honest in your replies.)

2007-10-12 16:03:33 · 7 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

8 Track Mind
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

He came from the Planet 1970,
In a Lava Lamp Rocket.
He had Barry White blasting from the HiFi,
A dashiki in his pocket.

He came to buy a Buick Deuce and a quarter,
With whitewall tires.
If it didn't have a diamond in the back,
He'd kidnap Earth, Wind, and Fire.

He used to hang out with the Emotions,
Play darts with Andy Gibb.
He played tennis with Billy Jean King,
And burned a bra for women's lib.

When Captain and Tenille were busy singing,
Do that to me one more time.
He was in his mothers basement,
Creating an 8 Track Mind.

2007-10-12 12:51:12 · 11 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

2007-10-12 12:29:45 · 1 answers · asked by sam 1

Serafim
Written By Semper Fi Reborn

And there was a shout,
As bright lights appeared above.
I saw one in the likeness of,
Part man, part love.
With wings that spanned,
Out around six feet.
And around his chest,
Was a golden fleece.
When he spoke,
Men fell down as if to worship.
He said there is a God,
Yet I am not Him.
I am but a servant,
Like men.
I have come as a messenger,
God shall come again!
I'm an Angel of the Lord,
Come to warn men.
Glory Be To Our God!
Shouts the Serafim.

2007-10-12 12:29:23 · 6 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

I'm having a writers block. I need help writing a poem about this girl. Heres the ryhimng pattern:
A / B / A
Here's what I have so far:

Her eyes are an icy blue
The most beautiful color
I have ever knew

Her smile brightens up the day
Its more than enough
To take my stress away

I could say much more
About this Irish girl
??????????????

For the 3rd stanza, if you want to switch up what I have so far, thats fine, but I want to keep the part about her being irish in it. KEEP IT CLEAN!

2007-10-12 12:01:36 · 11 answers · asked by Patrick 2

sands of time

Deep within my broken heart,
Strangled by my own cold hand
Agony takes its final stand
Licking on my leftover tears

False idols, pagan rites and a crown of thorns
Aborted and forever still, I was never born.
Silent choirs spreading lies
In the mist of muted sighs

A thousand cry in agony
Will I be cleansed if I die?
The sands of time will never run
Just one thing left to be done

Take my soul into the dark
Reality is just my dream
Secrets echo beyond these walls
With these tears in my eyes, I can only scream.

2007-10-12 10:56:36 · 34 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

I know that this isn't a question, but Im hoping that by some dumb luck my sister will see this and contact me...
Sorry if any of you don't approve..



Incomplete

I have found that the joy from my world,

has been taken from me...ripped away and I

miss you and your laugh ..

The way you always found a way to bring

happiness to me...the way you advised me..

I have a hole in my spirit and wander the world aimless.

Missing you and wondering if you will ever return to us...

I would fight a thousand ...i would travel bitter cold..

I would search the universe...

to have one more conversation with you..

my sweet, sweet sister.

I miss you.

Kiel

2007-10-12 09:41:03 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

revenge

By burden of blood
We know who we are
Blood ties are forsaken
And grudges still found

These scars were inflicted
Many generations ago.
So deep is the blood,
Ages come, ages go.

A snake in the grass
With no honor, no soul.
Left in my council,
You'll learn to respect.

Try as you might to slip away,
Try to escape without feeling pain..
I've lost all control,
While you lose your mind.

What is inside,
The abyss of the mind.
Pleasures domination,
Or forbidden imagination?

2007-10-12 09:09:37 · 10 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

The fragile voice of my mother earth,
Flows in my ears since my birth.
The blood streaming in my veins,
Is what i gained from your pain.

Your sight is my only eye,
To poke it,i'll never try.
your sense is my only brain,
I received it from your knowledge's rain.

My mother you're my only pleasure
Above all a precious treasure.
Without your love life's not meant,
Your my God ,you have no end.

My love for you is simple and plain,
But its something no one can explain.
This world is yours and so am I.
Leave me never or I will die.

2007-10-12 06:10:10 · 3 answers · asked by sayali 1

AN ODE TO PSEUDO-INTELLECTUALS


Let us praise these gregarious kith and kin whose
onus appears to be of a tutelage nature,
a voluminous quest
to irradiate our
vernacular stature,
to luxuriantly
masticate the great lack of trivialities
within our impalpable, languid street jargon.

Let us praise these magnanimous maestros while
they sink, with vehement raillery, their verbal
talons into the dense
necrosis of our minds:
lambasting turpitude
and mental lethargy
with incantations of irrevocable disdain
as we praise their latitudinarian souls.

Consider them not fey. Attempt not to efface
commiserated autointoxication.
They are not ignoble.
Titillated? Yes.
Sometimes pixilated.
But blatant incursions
can not adulterate our frugal imbroglio
as panegyrically we praise their pious oligarchy!

Whattahell, whattahell, whattahell? They mean well
and we should not snub these snobs although they mean well.


(It's satire, people! Read it as such!)

2007-10-12 05:46:55 · 9 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

i do some but have not seen to much of others doing this.

2007-10-12 05:33:10 · 10 answers · asked by ? 7