Poetry

I wrote this upon the death of my daughter in a hiking accident which occurred one week after her 21st birthday:

Teddy bears and bunnies
Covering the bed
Dollies carried carefully,
All washed and wrapped and fed.
Pony tails that never stayed
Within the rubber band
Burnt toast served lovingly
She made with her own hand
Roller skating backwards
And in circles on the walk
Bicycling to Jennifer's
Way down around the block
Mixing cookies by herself
And eating half the dough
That's Kristina Lemondrop
Whose mommy loved her so.

2007-09-23 12:17:31 · 2 answers · asked by Barbara E 4

SMALL TALK


I talk.
You talk.
We talk.
We're pleased.

He talks.
She talks.
They talk.
They're pleased.

Do you ever get the feeling
that not enough people listen?

(Yes, I wrote this stupid thing.)

2007-09-23 11:23:31 · 9 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

This is a poem from the book Lyrical Darkness. It is a book I wrote of poetry.


Transition

The things that my heart once felt
have long since gone away
Stagnant are my memories
no longer will they play
Emotion shut completely down
freeing back my mind
Bindings of felt misery
beginning to unwind
Peace instilling within me
restoring my once lost faith
Holding back transition
while for an answer I wait
Hope transferring feelings
as slowly I transgress
Pondering on my next move
this I must confess

2007-09-23 10:51:51 · 5 answers · asked by slip2eternity 2

Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me

Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty peice
I was difficult to see
But you picked me

2007-09-23 10:17:26 · 7 answers · asked by rawrrr! 1

This is the monster under my bed;
He creeps out and wants to play.
He'll grab your ankles to pull you in;
Don't be frightened; he only wants you to stay
Because he likes you and he's lonely.
No one knows he's in there.
He makes his own fun,
No hide-and-seek or truth-or-dare.
He's had to create his own fun for far too long;
It's made a him such a shy boy.
You can help him oversome his skittishness.
Won't you give him a fun new toy?
He'll cease being so timid
Once you bring him out of his shell.
You may stay with him forever;
That's your secret; he won't tell.

2007-09-23 08:18:11 · 7 answers · asked by rebekkah hot as the sun 7

This is inspired by Rae. ((((Rae))))

As per the terms of Rae's original question, you may include what you like and I won't be offended. Be sure not to forget how handsome and charming I am. ;)

2007-09-23 07:31:05 · 22 answers · asked by Jack B, goodbye, Yahoo! 6

I'm sure is is flawed, but I felt like writing!

~Prayer~

This is but a humble prayer--
Nothing more, I do not lie--
For one I miss far deeper than
The summer clouds or bright spring sky.

Simple, yes, for this is all that
I have ever had to give--
But take my prayer and hear it, please
For one who's lost his will to live.

He knows no longer when or if
The sun rises morning or night;
And forgets himself in daily tasks,
Or never sees the palest light

He says, if he is feeling well
"This is your summer, but it is my fall,
I cannot feel your sunny rays,
O! how can you feel my pain, at all?"

But when he is more failing, there are no words,
And all I hear is weeping yet; or worse,
The silence, cold and dreadful
That lies around his seeming hurse.

Hear me, Father, I love him so--
Help him in a bitter wind--
Or call Him to you, if it must be,
But take him from this state of mind.

I love him yet.....he hides from me...he sees my hand and turns away.

2007-09-23 06:42:26 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

You can include a rap,lol
Write whatever, I won't get offended.
Enjoy the fun!!

2007-09-23 04:49:22 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

On The Outside of the Inside
Written By Semper Fi Reborn 9/19/07

We don't get to choose our families.
We don't get to pick those,
Who form our early years.
We don't decide our siblings.
We just make due with what's given.
Strive to keep living.
Sometimes,
We're even on the outside of the inside.

Children want love and affection,
They want to be accepted, and just be.
They need recognition of their talents.
They need a push of encouragement.
So they can be!
Everything you said they could be.
Because they look up to you.
And openly love you.
Sometimes,
They feel they're on the outside of the inside.

Why can't they ever remember your birthday?
Why are you the last to know of any celebration?
Why do they want to disrespect you?
Aren't they supposed to love and protect you?
Now I have a wife and a family.
They keep me grounded and focused.
Surrounded by love.
All the things I needed from you first.
Yet you gave me none of the above.
That's why I'm on the outside of the inside.
Praying.

2007-09-23 04:10:29 · 7 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

2007-09-23 03:38:53 · 5 answers · asked by HolyDovePraise 2

Do they know how they look,
with sticks coming out of their mouths,
blowing smoke?
They are a human fire,
living on the things that will eventually put them out.
Thriving on death.
I hate to see them go this way.
So young,
so hopefull,
all dreams choked by clouds of nicotine.
They know it's wrong,
so why do it?
With each puff,
their lives lay dimolished on the sidewalk.
I watch as they die,
leaving their familys on the wayside.
Only carring about their sick pleasures.
Their youth falls in ashes,
and I can't stand it anymore.

2007-09-23 02:37:09 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

When asking questions in 'Answers', I keep getting answers from chancers
All too often they're hurried or pretty damm quick, to misread the question, or get the wrong end of the stick
Are they totally stupid or just massively thick
All those points enhancers at Answers?

They don't seem to think on the question before rushing to type a suggestion
As to whether I'm right or whether I'm wrong, when I ask about fish, or the name of a song
Or whether I've fallen in love with King Kong
Are they causing my (burp), indigestion?

2007-09-23 02:27:48 · 22 answers · asked by jacyinbg 4

can you reccomend a song by any artist that says in words about how much a girl loves her dad and thinks of him nice and meaningful

it can be from any genre but he does particularly like country and western songs which i know absolutely nothing about

do you have any suggestions about a special song that i could buy or download to give to my dad as a special present from me to say how much he means to me a nd cheish him

thanks for your help


xxx vici

2007-09-22 23:13:45 · 2 answers · asked by vici 4

Dear Diary,
I saw him today,
His smile so warm,
It melts my heart.
I can't understand,
My feelings for him,
He's my best friend,
I know that from the start.
Our eyes met,
He waved his hand,
I smiled in return,
Hiding everything.
The day started,
Like any other day,
we laughed, told jokes,
Like it will be the last.
But one thing was extra special,
It's the way he treated me.
He carried my things,
And walked me home,
He held my hand,
Not wanting to let go.
I looked at him,
Searching for answers,
But what I saw,
Made me more puzzled.


uhm it's not yet finished but what do you think?

2007-09-22 22:41:48 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I almost got excited when you said we would talk much more.
I almost got excited wen you said you'd show up at my door.
I'm sorry that I almost got excited when you said you really cared.
I feel stupid that I almost got excited when you said you'd be there.
I try and try not to get excited when I'm wishing I'd be in your arms.
So excited that I would be with you and out of harm.
I guess I've learned when you get me excited you let me down.
Then I'm not so excited because no one is around.
So If it excites you to hear the sound of me crying.
Guess your in luck
Because to get excited that would be dumb as ****.

2007-09-22 19:48:13 · 4 answers · asked by xxdamned_angelxx 1

Im Not Looking For Books, Just Poems That Can Be Found On The Internet

2007-09-22 18:53:03 · 5 answers · asked by Taylor 1

2007-09-22 18:06:35 · 2 answers · asked by sage raiyu 2

A Place Called Zalem
By Semper Fi Reborn 9/22/07

Have you ever journeyed,
To a place called Zalem.
Where everyone has an open mind.
Where love and understanding,
Are never far behind.
Where a man named Jack will be humble,
Quella Bella makes sure you aren't bored.
Pascal is armed with the hugs,
Smiley faces are passed out by George.

Yes here in the city of Zalem,
You can be friends with all those who dwell.
For in the city of Zalem,
Love is alive, and doing quite well!

2007-09-22 15:59:49 · 10 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

mistress of the dark

Mistress of the dark
I know what you are
All woman and pure predator
The rapture in my screams

Nothing will ever keep us apart
Our union is one sweet awful sin
I drown in fathomless dreams
I yearn to sell my very soul.

Black candles dance to an overture
But I ignore their flickering lure
Come to me, my wicked Enchantress
Under the moon in the woods we will kiss

In mortal life lurks my dismay
An angel stole my heart
And death took her right away
To dusk and where all flesh ascend

The wine of bacchus flows
Listen to the thunder rage
Walk among the weak at night
And end their worthless lives.

Screams haunt my sleep
Sleep ushers dreams
Dark angels taste my tears
To the mist and the midnight skies

2007-09-22 15:02:11 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

Lost


{L}onging aimlessly
{O}blivious to life
{S}tumped to ponder
{T}rapped and lost...

2007-09-22 13:32:58 · 21 answers · asked by ? 3

or to try to find approval from our peers? we put our deepest feelings out there to share them, not because we think our writing is great or anything... it is about the feelings behind the words and rhymes, the metaphors and similes.

by the way, there are no grammatical laws for poetry unless it is a class assignment. and even then, most teachers will give some leeway as long as you write.

so c'mon people, i'll say it again:

PEACE LOVE EMPATHY!!!

2007-09-22 13:29:24 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat,
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,

I love you,

I have nothing else to give you,
so it is a pot full of yellow corn
to warm your belly in the winter,
it is a scarf for your head, to wear
over your hair, to tie up around your face,

I love you,

Keep it, treasure it as you would
if you were lost, needing direction,
in the wilderness life becomes when mature;
and in the corner of your drawer,
tucked away like a cabin or a hogan
in dense trees, come knocking,
and I will answer, give you directions,
and let you warm yourself by this fire,
rest by this fire, and make you feel safe,

I love you,

It's all I have to give,
and it's all anyone needs to live,
and to go on living inside,
when the world outside
no longer cares if you live or die;
remember,

I love you

2007-09-22 11:57:24 · 6 answers · asked by jaria 1

I lie dreaming when my father comes to me and says,I hope you write a book someday.
He thinks I waste my time,but outside, he spends hours over stones, gauging the size and shape a rock will take to fill a space,to make a wall of dreams around our home.
In the house he built with his own hands
I wish for the lure that catches all fish or girls with hair like long moss in the river.
His thoughts are just as far and old
as the lave chips like flint off his hammer,
and he sees the mold of dreams taking shape in his hands.
His eyes see across orchids on the wall,
into black rocks, down to sea,and he remembers that harbor full of fish,
orchids in the hair of women thirty years before
he thought of me, this home, these stone walls.
Some rocks fit perfectly, slipping into place
with light taps of his hammer.
He thinks of me inside and takes a big slice of stone,
and pounds it into the ground to ma

2007-09-22 09:01:15 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I am stoned
by the reckless word
as in ancient times
and no one has heard

People looked
as the deed was hushed
they chose not to see
and I lay here crushed

This penance
for acts long ago
a sentence so harsh
I am forced to know

Oh Yahweh
your wisdom impart
the secret to heal
my pounded heart

2007-09-22 06:24:48 · 12 answers · asked by Marguerite 7

Dawn , this morning I shake the dreams
Outside the silence evokes a lust for life
My bags are ready ,so is my mind
Its been a long time coming
Ive chosen to unwind

Doors locked
I take a last look
Perhaps ill never return
I have all I need , so I stroll down the road
No more of societies heavy load
Crime calls the empty dawn falls

Noon found me rolling far away
No circumstance intervenes today
Changing the world
Burning the candle on both ends
Love is dear much too dear
Fear is a false prophet
I’m swinging through the bends

The sun sank like the titanic
Decision falters welcome miss panic
Outlandish delusion half written tale
I was never born to fail
Yet I crawl like a snail
Reinvent purpose and forgive the lost child
Born reckless and wild

scent of a second wind
scented with wishful thoughts
avoiding the eye that watches
I become history now that my page is turned
A word on a scroll
Inescapable truth
Relentless truth
Unforgiving truth

Night laid my tracks home
Door unlocked
Double guessed and retaliated
Confounded confusion
On my knees exasperated

One day we all take the bait
Clarity in fulfilling fate

2007-09-22 05:22:33 · 10 answers · asked by likeminded 3

shattered and broken i reach out for help
i feel your hand grab mine
save me from the darkness that pulls me in
it crossed my finely drawn line

tresspassing into unknown worlds of restriction
the adventures yet to come
now that i am free
because you saved me


what is there for us to discover?
so many things to uncover
with you by my side
there is nothing i should fear

whatever obsticals we run into
im ready to face
we can defeat those against us
put our past behind us

we all do things were not proud of
experience events no person should have to bear
pushed through times of sorrow and doubt
but no matter what in the end i will always have you

we will put our past behind us
forget all that has happened
start anew
i will start over with you

discover things to make our life's bearable
make things better for you and i
but we wont change who we are
the uniqueness of our existance

i love you always
we will make it till the end

2007-09-22 05:04:21 · 6 answers · asked by Audrey♥ 2

Gentle and sweet the whisper seeps in the forest so deep beyond where
the king of three winters grow in the forest so dark there lies a spark.
Can you hear the silenced lark?

Soft and tender is my step to the old woman who has wept for the things
she has not kept. The forest is unforgiving for those among the living
but there she sits at the singing spring defiant to her fears and still
can she hear?

Curious eyes watch in sorrow for none know what brings on the morrow.
I kneal in the fern in the moon's glow and feel the tear trickle below.
She cradles the warrior like a child deep within this forest so wild.

Limb to limb, root to root I dance but not once did our eyes meet to
chance. In the moss they search for what is lost, their way distorted
and amiss to find a place like this.

Rustle the leaves for my whispers are free. Her sobs tell of the soul
the gods have robbed, brave he must have been this warrior she cradles.

Silent feet lead me close within the shadows of her soul.

"You hear me dont you healer? What will cure his wound grows deep in
the thistle dew, take my hand for I am no different than you and I will
show you where they grow. Fear not for your warrior so bold and brave
for this place will not be his grave if you truly believe."

2007-09-22 04:41:59 · 5 answers · asked by Doom Solig 3

Gentle falls the tears of the cloud
upon the rippled waters of my soul
Whispers dance upon the breeze
in a forest where the ancient's weep

Rustling leaves under tender foot
shatters the silence of old
to where the warrior sits alone
and ponders the sounds of war

2007-09-22 04:15:48 · 4 answers · asked by Doom Solig 3

*****
ode to garwy

this will do well
with folk who don't know
a poem from a cardboard box
goldilocks

you’ve stolen your topic
how unphilanthropic
and your metre’s a Longfellow
rip-off

despicable hag
deserves a red flag
but that would require a
keystroke

so listen up bloke,
while your chicken you choke
lend us no more
obnoxity
*****

2007-09-22 00:33:30 · 12 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

Loneliness

You are my companion,
Going my way,
Watching all things I do
Every day.

Talking to people
About their life,
Your slightest touch
Stubbs me like knife.

In long day evening,
Forgetting fear,
Everyone’s leaving,
You’re always here.

When up at night,
Staring to darkness,
I feel myself freezing
Deep in your caress.

Wet tears are falling,
Down from my eyes,
People I loved once,
You destroyed twice.

You are my companion
Wherever I go,
Whatever I do,
With you – alone.

2007-09-22 00:27:46 · 23 answers · asked by Pavel 2