Poetry

If I wanted to be a writer or a poet someday, where would I start? I don't know where to begin.

2007-09-28 12:26:18 · 2 answers · asked by Megan H 1

For the real words, you gotta search. These walking zombies make me want to lurch, but I try and see through the fog of lies, reality shows, while the hero dies and gives up his soul. The lack of faith is disturbing, evil men with power are hurting the world so much that I don't even want to raise a child. I'm losing faith in the power of mankind, sinister forces try and take mine, but we have to stay vigilant, if for no one, at least the children, so they don't get disullusioned like I seem to be. Like minded individuals such as ourselves need to band together, with support from each other we can weather, any storm that seems to come up. It takes a few voices being heard to sum up the catsrophe. Its a sad state of affairs that brings me to my knees, and god doesn't hear prayers, he got destroyed when we started worshipping the dollar. Marvin Gaye wanted to holler, its about time we listen.

If you have any feedback, I would appreciate it.

2007-09-28 12:18:17 · 3 answers · asked by Burns Baby Burns 3

young lady hold your head up high
don't be trapped by the society's definitiion of prettiness, sexiness... liquidating looks
liberate yourself from the slavery of magazines
release yourself from the bondage of naked love scenes
realize and recognize that your reflection paints an picture of its own attraction, its own satisfaction, its own beauty
Your beauty aligns itself with unique measures and creative curves
Don't swerve into the traffic of tragic popularity
Don't drown in the blinded crowd- seek your own clarity
Let your light shine in all circumstances
Watch as your inner beauty advances
Take a stance in your confidence
Young lady hold your head high
Show your self strong
Love who you are
Aim to arise above the compromise of societal sickness

2007-09-28 09:09:24 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

To all of you writers and poets, how faithless is the muse of verse? One day whispering in my heart, next day gone elsewhere. In vain I search for my inspiration, days go by and my pen has dried up... never know when she will come back.. Is there a cure for writer's block?

2007-09-28 08:34:43 · 7 answers · asked by Laurel 2

exercise in futility

I feel sometimes like taking a plane
Maybe somewhere like Madrid Spain
Life is twisted agony, it is made up of just pain
I sometimes think everynight< I have gone insane

I love it when it is cold and it starts to rain
I watch the water as it runs down the gutter drain
Sometimes when I think, it is very hard to complain
Then I feel all of a sudden, I am totally completely sane

My life you could ay has always been plain
A song that is sung with only the refrain
I know I was born with a good brain
But my innocence taken early, it was ripped and slain

I still often think of jumping in front of a train
But this option I came to disdain
I feel like I am Abel and my brothers name is Cain
I think it is time to sit down and try my best to explain

2007-09-28 06:17:58 · 13 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

train crash

Blood drips down in rivers
From where I slashed my arms
I pills I have just taken
Insurance, I brought the farm

Time ticks oh so slowly
When you are waiting just to die
A minute seems like hours
Upstairs a baby cries

Why it ever came to this
I don't think I even know
Trains sometimes crash together
Acts of God are painfully slow

I think I just got lost
In the hustle of the city
All the things I used to love
I have no interest, only pity

Everything I have cared for
All the things I once believed
It was all just nonsense
That is why it is time to leave.

2007-09-28 06:07:04 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Iraqis are brown
Sudanis are black
If George W. Bush had his way
____________________

2007-09-28 05:19:44 · 17 answers · asked by Aquatic Rodent '") 2

Self professed prophet
a manipulator behind the scenes
Never taking responsiblity for your actions
crying woe is me
Not caring about anyone but yourself
being mature and so respected
yet lying to everyone even yourself
Payback is a ***** they say
Words that can be true but whatever
happened to the idea of Pay it forward
which one will you choose?
People after the forteith year crying
I kept my mouth shut I am not a tattletale
great but lets grow up a bit
use the rainbow way
How about telling the truth
and then maybe people would not look at you that way

2007-09-28 04:35:09 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

the morning after

The sun shimmers off her curly light brown hair
Her eyes now shut in slumber, nothing could compare
Her lips the color of blood from just underneath the skin
I could sit for hours and hours just watching her angelic face

Her breasts sit up perfect, not too big and not too small
I love to kiss her while she sleeps, her breath a metronome
Her perfect flat white stomach, where I rest my head
Perfectly curved female hips, Aprhrodite while in bed

I sometimes think of what she dreams, is it just of me?
Does she dream of childhood, when she was just three
Whichever or whatever, I know her love is true
True as it can ever be, true as Eeyore blue

We soon will be married, two becoming one
With that come some problems, lots of indoor fun
Take my hand, walk with me, across the planet earth
We are what is meant to be, to concieve of three small births

2007-09-28 04:14:03 · 10 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

I am working on this and want to get some creative feedback. I am not quite finished with it yet so bear with me.

The teacher has become the student
~greedily craving the next lesson

A master has learned
the true and blessed meaning
of surrender and release

The intensity of his gaze
penetrates my defenses
~leaving me trembling with anticipation

With his thoughtful, focused, and determined lovemaking
~he brings me to the brink of madness

Then gently nudges me into blissful oblivion
~to a place I've never been before...completely powerless

A wizened and thoughtful soul
lives inside his young and lithe body
creating a powerful combination of strength and sensitivity

He gives me the unspoken permission to be myself
~to feel no guilt, no pain, no shame
but to embrace the reward that only the relinquishment of control can bring.

2007-09-27 21:32:44 · 4 answers · asked by LadyLeatherneck 5

2007-09-27 14:44:00 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

From Barbarossas 15 wrd challenge using the words (no less than 9 or 9- 15 words used)

albatross,anarchy,Antarctica,America,aquamarine,
authority,Armageddon
airplane,atomic,anzio,asymptotic,
antidisestablishmentarianism,Anglican
azimuth,army

and being 60 words, no more, no less (I just hope it makes some sense LOL)

Jehovah?s [army] cometh [Armageddon]
[Azimuth] blamed from misled

[Anglicans] lifted to mountain tops
[Albatross] peck at flesh from dead

[Airplanes] land hard burning masses
[Antarctica] ices southern grasses

Tainted souls, [anarchy] ways
[America] in tears on these final days

[Antidisestablishmentarianism], political falls
Struck mankind with [atomic] dismal

[Authority?] no, but Jehovah himself
[Anzio], untouched, [aquamarine] shells

[Asymptotic] freedom or hell?

2007-09-27 13:17:34 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

Way down deep
in dark forests swell
there hung a
banshees chilling wail
that all the townsmen
knew too well
her test erotica
they failed
~
For the wives of
so called faithful men
called to Banshees
upper hand
to weed the weakened
once again
thus purifying
secrete land
~
All homes were visited,
non untouched
by banshee dolled
up for amour

as a gentle tap tapping
was heard out front
There was someone
at the door
~
Thing is you see,
wives play unfair
for the banshee
formed to all tastes
and the men whom had
cheated, unaware
that the minx at the door
was their fate
~
The ones who let enter
this stranger of bliss
to steal behind doors
the deadliest kiss
were doomed for eternity,
impotence
with never a hope
of recompense
~
Way down deep
in dark forests swell
there shrieks
the banshees chilling wail
the townsmen wish
to hear no more

(Tap tap)

someone's at the door...

2007-09-27 13:11:59 · 11 answers · asked by ? 3

I have mixed feelings about this 1. I'm not sure if I should try adding more to it before I call it complete. Or if it's fine the way it is, even though the ending seems off like your waiting for something more... Please, tell me what your thoughts are.


I look for your ways, I see nothing. You speak with such confidence; I feel there is something. I seek it out; I try to turn myself into your view. And with a look through your eyes, I still see nothing.

You do not understand how that is possible, so you turn yourself into my view. Yet you pull away so fast, my eyes turn crimson. And with your look of wrong, you turn me into my own puppet.

You pull the strings and with the brake of times I fall. Your caring touch leaves, so your beast may present itself. And from my crimson eyes I bleed crystals.

You gave me no time to stop the bleeding. So with crystals in my eyes I string myself for you. I do as your pulls commands. And so my rest will only come when your heart returns.

2007-09-27 10:45:51 · 3 answers · asked by Twili 6

moonchild

I was seduced by the moon,
I can now feel the night.
Caress my body with all of it's beauty,
And the cold, and the dead, soundless light.

Night is almost always around me,
As I drown in it's orgasmic delight.
It's time to breath in the scents of the night,
I opened my veins and I came....

Obsolete tears and forgotten wisdom,
Behold what eternity shows our blind eyes.
Overlord of the dark I shall forever be,
In a hell that was meant for just you and me.

Blessed ones rise and join our grey journey
In a land of clouded dreams we will travel.
I am the vision and the loudest in hell,
Here I smell the purity of innocent blood.

As I sleep through the night dear embrace me,
The light of heaven is fading away.
Building now rise far off in the distance,
Where the sky meets the sea and the sun.

2007-09-27 08:54:14 · 9 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

http://www.xanga.com/Lobo3411

there are many pages to look at....I hope you like it! feel free to comment!
Thanks!

2007-09-27 07:09:55 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

why would you think you are good enough to do something to my life like give me a thought

2007-09-27 04:56:32 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

poetry; imagery fashioned through words borne on the wings of angels to heady heights unfathomable to mediocrity and the bemused lowly critic?

2007-09-27 04:53:09 · 12 answers · asked by Silkie1 4

So far I have S-sunshine, W-warrior, E-energizer, E-?, T-? Please help fill in blanks or if you can come up with something better great!

2007-09-27 04:11:29 · 6 answers · asked by odugurl03 1

i need poems that rhymes

2007-09-26 21:02:03 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

i need poems that rhymes

2007-09-26 21:01:34 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath
An embassy. Their numbers as he watched,
Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.

And wrecks passed without sound of bells,
The calyx of death's bounty giving back
A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph,
The portent wound in corridors of shells.

Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil,
Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled,
Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars;
And silent answers crept across the stars.

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive
No farther tides . . . High in the azure steeps
Monody shall not wake the mariner.
This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.

2007-09-26 20:10:19 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Carnivals of waves
pound their endless timpani
against themselves

Shafts of golden embers
flickering through gloom
cast night into herself

2007-09-26 18:49:45 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

THIEF
You rip me off most everyday
With yours and mine you make your way
With nothing left I stand in the sun
Then you steal my heart and off you run
Who'll be next on your dreadful plight
Will you take what they have in the day
Or will you rob them at night?

2007-09-26 18:29:30 · 4 answers · asked by rosemary h 2

The Sky is on Fire

Like you my haiku?
It's kinda like yoda speak
Easy peezy

2007-09-26 18:18:02 · 3 answers · asked by au_giger 1

Underneath this cold earth
lays a mountain laden with truth
It breaks away
piece by piece
into the worldly craters abyss
It spreads near and far away
with shattered remnants
of earth and clay
twisted souls climb its side
trying to find out when they died
and as we watch
from the land above
mourning for forgotten love
we notice that we are not alone
but standing surrounded
and by friends and by home
and as that mountain punches through
twisting and tumbling towards me and you
a glimpse of light, dappled and faded
warms our two hearts that are weary and jaded
and together we run
as far and as fast
as anyone would to be free at last

by the way it is protected by copyright.

2007-09-26 18:11:37 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Just wrote this online...

"Another's Shoe's"

Dusk to light,
Something lost,
in the night,
Amisdst the purpose,
Left long ago,
Cradled close,
Within a noose.

A bow like a rose,
Shifted, shelved,
Halved in twos.
Glimpse of glitter,
Never knowing whose,
Twisted leather,
You slip into.

Twitching, itching,
Pretense of flight,
Dreams tied tight,
Laces laced,
Unknown pace,
Stretching prayers,
Temptation's quiet.

Hunger fills,
Empty souls,
Sized and prized,
Broken gifts,
You've never lost,
Forced to fit,
Mother's knot's,

2007-09-26 18:05:13 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Soft, Soothing, Memmories,
Hard, Callous, Reminders,
Whisper Within.

Who holds your heart,
Who holds your whispers,
Trusted with your soul,
All that you know.

Torn, broken, bleeding,
Trusting, Believing, Healing,
Whisper Within.

Dawn sets softly on the moon's broken heart,
As your light sets you apart,
Reflections of yourself,
Embraced by your art.

Caressed by whispers within.

2007-09-26 16:43:28 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

While away they want you close
When you're close they are just gone.

All roses paths they make for you
but when you arrive all spikes slash you.

They are divine, gift from the stars
wild boars they turn as cast you are.

They lure all hearts of loving souls
Distant they are when time turns hard

Devoted women always are
to anyone that catches our heart

We always think they are the same
But life strikes back, as this fake is.




Do you like it?! What do you think about the topic?!

2007-09-26 16:11:46 · 6 answers · asked by Calíope!* 3

shes an african american poetry writer

2007-09-26 15:12:16 · 4 answers · asked by snappy259 1