Poetry

2007-10-12 03:43:28 · 15 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

too late for rhyme

a weary voice across the line
feels like shattering glass
flying off and piercing fast
right across a gutless spine

a crumpled piece of dirty sheet
crammed full of striked out lines
in the garbage can it goes! oh sweet
right where there's no need for rhymes

a bitterpill was fearlessly swallowed
a wry smile from a pith now hallowed
tired eyes suddenly begins to weep
perfect words whispered in her sleep.

2007-10-12 02:55:46 · 7 answers · asked by ♥Slide♥ 3

I write a bit of poetry, but it seems the poems that I write that I like others don't and the ones that I think are immature and too sing-song, ppl like? I don't know whether people are just being flattering or they really like it? I want to know how to get a bit of constructive criticsm and learn to develop my poetry further. Any help would be appreciated

2007-10-12 01:32:28 · 8 answers · asked by cheeky_lil_pixiegirl 3

2007-10-12 00:15:26 · 2 answers · asked by Mi Chii 1

Literature has often been taken for granted by other people. Although other subjects such as math, science, etc. are considered as the “harder” subjects, literature has been often ignored and, at times, resented by people rather than appreciating it for its unique artistic view.

2007-10-11 22:44:47 · 8 answers · asked by Aya Ople 1

i have written many forms of poetry
but i want to know what people would consider true poetry.

poetry that paints a pictrue so vivid and clear that you can see it right in front of it.
ryming.
few words.

2007-10-11 19:15:07 · 9 answers · asked by AirlineBob 2

Muhammed Clay Ali (A famous American boxer), he was powerful, determined, and unstoppable. What are some metaphors to describe him and the above characteristics?

2007-10-11 16:54:42 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

My true love life.

My True Love is like honey in a bottle that will always be sealed and kept in a deep part of my heart.
The honey is her love.
In my soul is her love that is and will forever be apart of me.
When she sheds her tears of sorrow, I feel like I am living in the rain. Tears are like rain drops falling on a coludy day.
It is only I who can make her feel comfort in her dreadful days.
And it is the lively deepth with in me that she doth fail to see. Our love is a relationship which may one day fail to be.
And that is why she cries knowing one day we must die.
Our love will stay the same let I die. My true love will stop to follow along by my side.
It is for this, I try to savor life and between you and I, that life is her.
Walking towards the end that slowly does emerge.
My cries are not the lies, of my true love but our my own. Only knowing I will die alone. And this is why I hide my true love deep inside, my souls cring home.

2007-10-11 14:48:12 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

No matter if it's love, sad, anger, goth, dark, inspirational, etc.

2007-10-11 14:15:15 · 7 answers · asked by . 5

Pleas, pleas I nead a god riddle for language art class.

2007-10-11 14:01:24 · 4 answers · asked by Kevin 1

I'll look into anything.

Thanks in advance.

2007-10-11 13:50:12 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

tears

Tears are falling all around
Ancient words appear once again.
I hear someone is calling me,
Please open eyes, let me see.

The words I see amaze me
Truth is revealed by the wisdom,
Like my spirit being set free,
I hold onto you, so I can see.

I'm always awake so late at night,
From the nightmares of my past.
Crossroads after crossroads that I have faced,
Fighting myself day after day after day.

Sometimes I see it lost in my eyes
Burdens from my terrible past.
I know where I am, I know where I've been,
Still I feel so lost and alone.

2007-10-11 13:46:15 · 22 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

I’ve got Bamboo on the windowsill
A lighthouse on the shelf
Shells and starfish all around
and a crab I built myself

Netting I twined up from string
a treasure chest of sticks
A seacoast clock that tic’s and tocks
and photos from all the kids

But, where would I be without my Ty?
Every morning, a deeper sigh
I’d give up everything to hear them say
everything’s gonna be just fine

Ty loves all the things I do
but, sometimes I think he lies
I think that he loves what I do
cause he loves to make me smile

And I’m not into Baseball but,
I could watch him play all day
I cheer and yell from the bleachers
Every thing’s gonna be okay

If the house burned down and took all we knew
Lighthouses, netting, crabs and bamboo
I fall to my knees giving thanks for each day
that all of the children were pulled safely away

It would be easy I guess, if the house burnt down
instead of this mess that we’re facing now
A heart beats for so long as it was meant to be

2007-10-11 09:21:44 · 10 answers · asked by ? 3

victim of life

Behold the sight of my very own Golgotha,
The gallows enlightenend by a Full Hunters Moon.
Too proud of his art, the smug little carpenter,
his newest creation, Just a tool for my doom,

Sunrise I greet you, your warmth and your light,
So warm and so tender, you were never the night.
In tears I see you, The very last time to be.
But I sure have enjoyed most of my wonderful life,


A sinner , a fool , or just a common beggar,
Or just a victim, a victime of life.
It is no fun, to burn in hells fire,
But I sure have enjoyed my wonderful life.

Please stay here with me, stay by my side
It is just I, your precious child.
Cover my bed with all of your tears,
And I will save you from all of your fears.

2007-10-11 08:20:41 · 7 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

I need a poem based on racism. Based on supporting this thesis: " An Individual's racial views are influenced by their parents."
Any poem by and actual poet that is published would be nice.
Thanks! Any help would be greatly appreciated!

2007-10-11 07:16:31 · 7 answers · asked by Sara V 3

we are stuck with our studies
no games, no tv, no leisure
writing, solving and listening all the time
no ending at all
this must be everyone thinking of
why don't we change our views?
The beauty of physics,chemistry and maths
how much colour they add to our lives?
so just one more year to struggle
let's do our best

2007-10-11 03:55:46 · 12 answers · asked by Natasha 2

This great Canadian poet was also our most unlikeliest. He was uncommon because he was a common man. He was a labourer, a demoted RCAF sergeant, a high school dropout and rider of the rails. Who was he?

2007-10-11 02:19:06 · 9 answers · asked by Smartcookie_28 2

Have been reading alot of Tennyson lately and keep finding contradictory reports about his religious beliefs - just wanting some ideas about Tennysons religious feeling in 'In Memoriam' particularly in XXIX. Any thoughts would be most useful.
Thanks

2007-10-10 19:32:49 · 3 answers · asked by Kate M 2

The Blue Bowl

Jane Kenyon

Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each other off.
There are sorrows keener than these.

Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
burbles from a dripping bush
like the neighbor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.



from Otherwise: New & Selected Poems, 1996
Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota

Copyright 1996 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced with permission


Can somebody tpcastt this poem? i want to see an example of tpcastt answers. you can choose a different poem if you dont want to use the one i selected.

2007-10-10 17:54:42 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

my art teacher told us to make a surrealism poem & basically surrelism is things that don't go together will go together if you understand.My friend who was suppose to be helping me has been missing school so i was really hoping if some1 can help me with this.if you can make a poem that is surreal using only the following words i would be so happy:the words can be used in any order and i can only use does words but i can use as many i,me,you,is,as,the you know small words like that but nothing else

hole uncommon
planets great
before prepare
lighting story
kali thrills
work atmosphire
youth burn
improved delightful
feautures inspired
shake

2007-10-10 17:07:34 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

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 a conscience and silence the cries,
purge memories, build barriers, deflect faults,
without ever accepting personal blame?

The results remain the same.

Why is it much wiser to live with the ghosts?

To understand, acknowledge human error,
coming to terms, making amends, righting wrongs,
opening up and reaching forth without pain?

The results will keep us sane.

(It's new. It needs editing. It's inspired by my new muse.)

2007-10-10 16:30:39 · 9 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

What does it mean?
We met at a shahndaffer down in the park.
It was on a Friday—the usual do.
His luds shown like grimulets in the near dark,
Which, as I recall, should have been my first clue.
He asked me to binch to the downdiddy dash
Then stribbled so cool with that gonquistry strup
That I couldn't resist. So I gathered my fash
And we binched and we bonched til the vundus rolled up.
Oh, he was so phistick and I so phramphyte;
The meuglen so perfect—one strom of a mence.
And not til we binched near a nerfuren light
Did I notice his yeng had a strange decompence.
And not only that, but his schluff was so sparse.
How it scongled and flumped in such wild gyration!
It was then the reality of this grand farce
Made my bonkies light up in cold strandification.
Well, I backed right off then, and I threw him a plawk
That would ruftin your fawver and whisten your fonk.
But it just made him gonquer! He strupped his begawk
And headed right for me, a-hoot and a-honk.
"Well, that's it," I thought as I gimpered my gear.
"I'll just have to do what ma told me to do."
She said to lamdogget, then grounch in his ear,
And last flamish him. So I did. Wouldn't you?

....Sharon Dunn, Sebring FL
© 1996 Sharon Dunn
HWUP! #40, May/Jun 1996

2007-10-10 16:04:30 · 4 answers · asked by Cool as Ice 2

I’ve been this way as long as I can remember
Scared, confused, and lost forever
Drowning in the many tears I cried
I want to fall asleep, and never wake up…
I want to die

The many times I tried to tell you
You never, ever listened, mom
For those words that I let escape my mouth
Were shoved right down my throat
As if they did not matter…

And Dad, I feel so far from you now
For you have them, my siblings…
As far as me, I doubt you care
The only time I exist, is when I screw things up
You love them more then me, Dad…it’s not fair

I’ve been this way as long as I can remember
Scared, confused, and lost forever
Drowning in the many tears I cried
I want to fall asleep, and never wake up…
I want to die

Everything that hurts me the most mom…
You say it’s just an excuse
Go ahead and ground me mom
I’ve tried to tell you how I feel
It’s too late to talk anyway…

You may have never hit me Dad
You never left a mark…
But you hurt me more than ever
Cuts, scrapes, and bruises heal,
But emotional scars are forever

I’m gone now, gone forever
And I hope you’re happy
That’s all I ever wanted was to please you
The ground is my home now, a dark cold wonderland…
I am Dead

2007-10-10 15:32:56 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

Reconnaissance - Arna Bontemps

After the cloud embankments,
The lamentation of wind
And the starry descent into time,
We came to the flashing waters and shaded our eyes
From the glare.
Alone with the shore and the harbor,
The stems of the cocoanut trees,
The fronds of silence and hushed music,
We cried for the new revelation
And waited for miracles to rise.
Where elements touch and emerge,
Where shadows swoon like outcasts on the sand
And the tired moment waits, its courage gone—
There were we
In latitudes where storms are born.

2007-10-10 15:26:36 · 4 answers · asked by Amy 5

Heart's Letter

One longs to hear,
Words so dear.
Hoping, romance will come
Not just one, but quite a sum.

Takes every path every strait
Just to be rejected, this I hate!

Cupid's bow had struck
Yet I couldn't duck.
Strangely, I can't find
My lover. Which had been denied.

My heart rolls furciously day by day,
Yet I'll search for my lover and wait.
Till than my heart will reside, In a depression from, whom I hide.

2007-10-10 13:36:11 · 4 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

The constant abuse flowing throughout the veins

The memories that keep the pain

A life that was Shook and Shock by the braisen actions

The elders that watched

I swore never to let it happen again

i was wronge...
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does this convay emotion

2007-10-10 13:31:07 · 2 answers · asked by ஐKatஐ 3

You
By Semper Fi Reborn

My mind is like a waterfall,
Of daydreams and mist.
Like a young love,
Experiencing a first kiss.
Although all the lines,
Speak fully with truth.
No words are more lovely,
Than those about YOU.

When you enter a room,
All eyes at your call.
Sort of like a mirage.
Are you not here at all?
Speak now,
Let me hear the sound of your song.
Wake me from this dream,
For I've slept for so long.
O' wait,
Let me sleep, lest you shatter my peace.
Dream of You for eternity,
My heartbeats increase.

I stare,
Like you are a room with a view.
My mural of beauty,
My vision is YOU.

2007-10-10 13:25:40 · 15 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

Special

You think you're great
You think you're special
You think you're the best
You wish.

I hope you realize you're not
I hope you understand you're normal
I hope you appreciate life as it is
I hope you realize no better then me.

Is this a good poem or is it to much of a cliche?

2007-10-10 13:01:26 · 27 answers · asked by Mary 5

The Penny rain pounded on the meatal roof
like comforting raps on the door of hopless oppertunity
The fire wood warmed the damp moldy
banket wraped around my heart.
spiders slowly built steel traps
for flys.

Soft wisps of air carrying strong words gave
me streangth for time law.
The moons watchfull eye kept me cautious
the Suns wawm glow
lulles me to sleep.

2007-10-10 12:34:09 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I made a poem once in fifth grade for a school project, and I thought it was pretty good, please tell me what you think of it.

On the night of September 11,
A plane crashed into the Twin Towers.
Where thousand of people worked,
We all feared the terrorists powers.
I wanted to cry when I thought about it,
As I sat in my house sad and scared.
While I watched it onfold on TV,
I felt something run down my face-a tear.
And though I knew no one there,
I felt a great loss.
When I thought about the families,
Their luck gone bad,
I could feel their longing,
for what they once had.

What's good, what's bad, what doesn't make sense? Give some CONSTRUCTIVE critisism please!

2007-10-10 10:32:32 · 22 answers · asked by PinkElmo 2