Poetry

Any Poets can you please help?

2007-09-26 12:40:18 · 13 answers · asked by ? 6

Love For The Sea
It seeemed like the hottest day of summer.
As I stand on the jetty I feel the spray
sting my face and eyes.
I thought how much I've missed the sea.
Tides that roar one moment quiet as a lamb the next.
I watch as water forms little pools.
Perched within the jetty snails,starfish and crabs
gracefully spring to life as the current comes in.
This radiates my soul.
The ocean breeze caresses my body.
Taking a deep breath knowing I must leave
as daylight transforms into night.
This has been a good day.
A day full of light.

2007-09-26 09:56:22 · 13 answers · asked by Denise 2

Dondi


A master so,
he is to me
A mentor, a dream
of what can’t be

A leader, a fighter
with much "overcome"
A deed’r, a die’r
for hearts over strung...

The ultimate witness
to pains so endured
He’s my mental fitness
my savior, my cure...

...Dondi

2007-09-26 05:19:00 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

Thomas


If we could travel,
us alone
where just might
we roam?

What’s my favorite
place to be?
Would you be willing
to take me home?

I salt a dish
it so reminds me
of oceans
air divine

While on this trip
some wine we sip
persuasive.
Please be mine

Ringing from
the champagne flutes
says “yes”
throughout my mind

a temp, a touch,
a feel and such
destined to
intertwine...

...Thomas

2007-09-26 04:45:48 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3

Only open yor eyes
Can you walk blindly
Down this path
And not fall.
If you reach out ,
Will you feel
Nothing at all.
If you could open your eyes ,
Would you.
Do you stumble ,
Fall and cry out.
Bury your face in the dust,
And grieve ?
Weep till the tears
Are all spent.
How long will you beat your breast
So sure
No one will hear you.
If there is a path,
You walk where others have been.
If you open your eyes
You will see
What others have seen.
You may think
You walk it alone .
This is a well worn path ,
It is not unknown.
The way
It is long .
The ruts uneven, and deep.
There is grass
On the path beside you.
So cool , so Sweet
On your face.
Open your eyes ,
They will find you
Deep in the coolness of faith.
Just open your eyes
Toward the Father,
Accept His Good Gift
of Sweet Grace.
K.L.S aka Bemo

2007-09-26 02:47:32 · 8 answers · asked by Bemo 5

WHY? WHY DADDY? WHY?

WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH DADDY WHY?
WHAT DID I DO FOR YOU TO HATE ME SO MUCH
WHY DADDY WHY?

IS IT BECAUSE I AM JUST LIKE YOU
AND YOU JUST CANT HANDLE IT
WHY? WHY DADDY?WHY?

THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU I WAS EIGHT YEARS OLD AND YOU HIT ME, I REMEBER IT AS IF IT WAS YESTER DAY

MOM LEFT ME WITH YOU AND I RAN TO YOUR KITCHEN AND YOU GRABBED ME UP AND HIT ME
WHY? WHY DADDY ? WHY?
I RAN TO GRANDMAS HOUSE AND TOLD HER WHAT YOU HAD DONE SHE CALLED MOMMY UP AND TOLD HER TO COME GET ME. WHY? WHY DADDY ? WHY

IS IT BECAUSE I DONT LIKE JUST WHITE PEOPLE AND I DATE BOTH? WHY? WHY DADDY?WHY? IS IT BECAUSE I AM IN TO BOTH MALES AND FEMALES ? WHY? WHY DADDY? WHY?

IS IT BECAUSE ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED AND ACCEPTED BY YOU AND YOUR OTHER KIDS? IS THAT SO MUCH FOR ME TO ASK? I NEVER ASKED YOU FOR ANYTHING BUT TO LOVE ME AS YOUR CHILD WHY?WHY DADDY?WHY WHY CANT YOU LOVE ME KNOWING I AM YOUR DAGHTER ? WHY? WHY DADDY ?WHY ? IT IS NOW TIME FOR ME TO MOVE ON NOW

2007-09-25 21:08:19 · 5 answers · asked by tommysgurl_4502214 2

Okay tell me if i need to add something or take out somehting
its about identity

please dont be mean...

okay here it is

School,
Smiling,Laughing,Fun
The girl You know as "Me"
"shes a cheerful girl"
Is what people say in glee

Home
Frowning,Scowling,Bored
The one you know as "me"
"she never smiles "
Is what people say and see

Which is the Real me?
Running, Playing, Talking
or Sitting,Writing,Silent
Which is the real me?

"She could die of laughter"
Different Opinions
"Her frown is like the darkest night"
Disparet People
I am confused
Which is the real me?

2007-09-25 18:14:22 · 15 answers · asked by Skyye 4

2007-09-25 18:01:35 · 5 answers · asked by Skyye 4

Black is the hole,
Bleak is the ditch,
Unspeakable is the woe,
Numbing is the pain,
I know.

Cry if you need,
Scream if you must,
But move on afterwards.

2007-09-25 16:21:19 · 2 answers · asked by HazelNut 2

Thankful Angel

Once upon a day ago
i swore i'd end it all
I had the rope with wich i'd hang;
But then i heard your call
You told me i was beautiful
A line i've solemn heard
You told me i was worth much more
My sickness you've now cured
Thank you for your lines of love
Please know you've saved a life
Now i'm ready to move on
You've minimized my strife

2007-09-25 15:08:40 · 8 answers · asked by Mary 4

Dream Reality

As the sun sets and darkness falls

You lie on your pillow and dream

Dream the life you wish you had

The life that everybody else takes for granted

You dream of the glory, the fame, that wonderful significant other

You dream that all your flaws would disappear

You dream and suddenly awaken from your surreal surroundings only to find reality ….

2007-09-25 13:59:13 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Measure Me
Written by Semper Fi Reborn 9/25/07

Lord God when you measure me,
Will you find that I have fallen short?
That my talents have not multiplied,
And that I have built mine house upon sand?

Or will I measure up and stand tall?
Will my Heavenly Father say well done?
When you measure me Lord,
Please accept me as your sacrifice.
Prepared and lain in white linen,
That I may wade in Living Waters.
Eternal
Everlasting.

O' Dearest King of Creation,
Everlasting Amen, The Holy One.
You art worthy of Praise in the highest form.
Hossanah, Amen!
Measure me in a cup of your mercy.
For I am but dust in the wind.

2007-09-25 11:46:44 · 16 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

Well I've always like poetry, nursery rhymes etc from a young age but for awhile in my tween years I got bored of it until oneday at 16 I was inspired again by the poem written by Patti Smith on the back of her Horses album and I've been writing now and then ever since but only when I don't have a major poet's block.

2007-09-25 03:57:50 · 19 answers · asked by ♆Şрhĩņxy - Lost In Time. 7

just something to think about...

2007-09-25 01:30:16 · 13 answers · asked by jon_8ball 3

Lighting a Darkness

In the sky, clouds cover the sun.
Darkness arrives, light is on the run.
Shadows tear at enlightened hope,
Hearts begin to break, unable to cope.
Voices cry out for angelic love,
Smoke covers the white of the dove.
Just when blackness seems to win,
Prayer are heard, salvation begins.

2007-09-24 18:02:42 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

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Please Please Please?!!!!
10 Points in return!

2007-09-24 17:21:19 · 7 answers · asked by Angelina` 1

what can i improve on in this poem?

Dirty sneakers

I am a pair of sneakers
Dirty and used up
Worn by experience
But useful and convenient

I contribute to the everyday ups and downs of life
and am always there to protect and sustain
as I age, I mature but maintain my purpose and value

For the runner, I am the supporter
The everyday acquaintance
Which inspires to go farther and achieve
I give hope and reassurance

Gliding through the wind and coming back down to earth
I am Comfortable and sturdy
the support one can fall back on
Cushioning feet through hard times

2007-09-24 14:39:16 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

This is something I just doddled in a notepad....but I feel it stands true. Its all bit raw and unfinished but maybe some of you have a pointer or two. I dont really write to much poetry but want to start.


we might as well all be toddlers
splish and splashing in a bottle
that we call the great great mother

but who are we to lay the law
for all we have is a mighty jaw
that barks and barks and says nothing

we just speak into the air
for we really arnt even that clear
on our plan for the future

all we want is a piece of the pie
and to keep ourselves up in the sky
to stay above the ground below

sinking now would be a joke
but we wont stay above for long
because we are all just in a dream

thinking that we really see
what life is all about
when people in africa live in doubt

we sit on our mighty thore
with cracks and creases to the bone
its all about to break
and be eattin by a snake
swallowed whole and then
SH*T out!

2007-09-24 13:08:16 · 12 answers · asked by Mike 3

I hate you for the looks I get,
I hate you for the pain.
I hate you for the way you laugh,
While Im struggling to win your game.

I hate you for the things youve said,
I hate you with all of my heart.
I hate you for leaving me here on my own,
Youre the reason that we are apart.

I hate the way I cant accept,
The fact that you are gone.
I hate the way we cant admit,
The fact that we were wrong.

I hate you for the pain youve caused,
And the tears Im forced to cry.
Missing you is what I do,
And still I dont know why.

I hate the way its true that i love you
I hate the way no matter what,
I never can hate you.

2007-09-24 10:40:32 · 10 answers · asked by Erikka 2

I know she is there,
I can feel her eyes in the back of my head.
The soft glow from her window,
throws shadows on the lawn.
I know she is wondering,
who I am,
what I am doing here.
One day she will know,
she will find me,
silver chain to my neck,
she will find me.
Then she will know my secrets.
The open heart tells all.
The inky waters swirl at my feet,
glistening in the sparkle of the diamond stars,
and the pearl moon.
I must seem so strange to her,
a girl of midnight.
For hours I sit,
the cool breeze playing with my hair,
the quiet loon wailing her song out on the lake.
As the first night stars fade into the sunrise,
I take to the woods.
Concealing my mysery,
once more.

2007-09-24 08:30:52 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

LOVE......

Love can be felt and not be told.
It's winter's heat and summer's cold.
It's priceless'which trust can hold.
Love doesn't sees your young or old.

Love is to give,not to take.
It's pure as god and not fake.
No misunderstanding can shake,
A bond that love make.

Love can cut a mighty sword,
like romeo's story that we heard.
It sets you free as a free bird.
So strong is the love word.

2007-09-24 05:30:53 · 9 answers · asked by sayali 1

This if for my mum, it's not complete but would welcome any suggestions of any kind:

I cast my love upon you
Though you are but poor
You deserve every ounce of it
With all you’ve had to endure

Every darkness and dawn
You’re there for you’re kids
There for your spawn
When seeming desolate
Or appearing forlorn

You’re a timid town crier
Though you use no words
Just meandering thoughts
Thoughts to inspire

Care is your currency
Love oozes from your pores
In all you do and all you say
You make families look so easy,
Bringing us up like child’s play

2007-09-24 05:24:14 · 7 answers · asked by chris m 1

I can write a poem or story in five seconds flat about anything anywhere, it just comes out of me. I would love to take it further and perhaps publish a story or poem as my room is fillled and overfloeing with boxes filled with all my words and mostly poetry. has anyone got any suggestions, I'm 19 and have finished all my studies.

2007-09-24 01:58:59 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

i'm more of the dark or sad writing so i would want your opinion on this one.thanks.

Lightning flashed,
Thunder clamored,
I gazed up,
Rain started to pour.

Consumed by darkness,
Drenched in the rain,
It's time to give up,
time to let it be.

You offered a hand,
Smiled an innocent smile,
Your eyes of crimson red,
Brightened up my day.

You walked in,
When everyone walked out,
The way you showed you care,
Painted a rainbow I once lost.

The rain poured no more,
Flowers are full in bloom,
Butterflies and honeybees,
Are once again free.

I live once again,
Vivid colors of happiness,
No longer hid behind the shadows,
The shadows of my past.

You have given me,
Another chance,
To live, to love,
And I thank you.

2007-09-24 01:18:39 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Include the source volume if you know it. Thanks

2007-09-23 20:50:57 · 11 answers · asked by Superman at 71 3

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, —and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
could not see to see.


I need to compare it to another poem on how different authors portray their personal voice. but I really don't understand this poem.

2007-09-23 15:39:44 · 7 answers · asked by Purple Freak 2

I am doing a poem contest and I have no idea what to write about!!!

2007-09-23 15:26:59 · 2 answers · asked by Bri Bri 2

Gingerly sweet the whisper seeps
Through the forest so deep
Beyond the king of three winters go
A freshly fallen virgin snow
Deep in the abyss kindles a spark
Can you hear the silenced lark?


Soft and tender my journey's step
To the old woman who has wept
The perilous forest is unforgiving
Especially to those among the living
Weeping still she rests near the stream
Echoes not her grieving scream


Curious eyes watch in sorrow
for none know what comes the morrow
Upon bended knee in the moon's glow
A solitary tear to the stream below
She cradles the warrior like a child
Deep within this forest so wild

Tarnished armour blades of rust
So fragile this tender trust
Linger long her mournful sobs
For a life the gods have robbed
Brave warrior of old all agree
But fate comes to even thee.

2007-09-23 13:19:17 · 5 answers · asked by Doom Solig 3

The air seems so tranquil and yet upsetting
you listen quietly for a very slight lullaby
only to listen carefully and here a murmuring
listening you just sit, listen, and finally cry
how can something so beautiful be nevermore
a tree in the light is still a tree at night
dont let your imagination drape you in horror
you can look once or twice but you dont lose sight
something so passionate and lovely turns cruel
the things you hear are full of hateful treachery
you remember memories and feel like a fool
moments that were golden now fall into memory
you sit in a corner hiding and biding some time
who wants to face something so twisted and black
when they can imagine good in there little mind
not able to think and wishing a switch to your back
knowing its over every tender moment that was kind

2007-09-23 13:01:55 · 4 answers · asked by TheGirlDownTheStreet 1

Ok, I am 56 and love the movie Dead Poets society, I am reading about the author Herrick on wikipedia and it says it is from: the carpe diem genre. What does this encompass ? I am very literal, not one ounce poet, but I feel the poem/sonnet ? : "The Virgins to make more of time" gives huge huge wisdom to young people if they will listen. I really just want to understand what they mean when they say :
the carpe diem genre, I know all about Carpe Diem from when the movie was released,but in historical perspective of writing, which I know very little about, what does this particular genre mean here ?
Please,no smart alec responses just becuase the word virgin is here, i am NOT looking at it from this point of view, but Robin also says "most men lead quiet lives of desperation" in the movie and I'd hate to see most young people do this.

2007-09-23 12:20:32 · 6 answers · asked by I Love Jesus 5