Poetry

Please bear in mind that I was 11 when I wrote this!



March Wind


I feel the wind, I start to shiver
I know my walking pace is quicker
I start to run, the wind has begun
A last chilly breath of the winter.

Yet in the trees the young leaves quiver
Branches ripple, my feet are slower
I stop and see, in the chestnut tree
The magic of spring is now clearer.



The end!

2007-12-21 09:20:04 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

i just wrote it real quick and second semester of school we have to write poetry so i might turn it in tell me waht you think of it:
Bloods&Crips


bloods and crips my brothers are not running from mothers but killin others. u know we used 2 be tight but now we in a gun fight cuz im red and u blue we used 2 be glue but now we not cuz they killed u

2007-12-21 07:40:20 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

but... im having troubles with words. i need some powerful ones that actually rhyme with other words. i have some, but nothing works. any help is appreciated! thanks

2007-12-21 07:14:30 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Living breathing feeling seeing smelling hearing touching thinking enjoing absorbing owening showing teaching telling giving closing opening starting knowing lying phornicting selling killing smoking drinking starving crying trying flying being and dying?

2007-12-21 06:24:48 · 3 answers · asked by Wreck S 1

2007-12-21 06:21:40 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Does anyone know of any good poetry sites where you can post your own poetry and people can read and review, and you can do the same for others besides ficitonpress.com? Thanx! :)

2007-12-21 05:37:16 · 12 answers · asked by Andigirl 2

HURT


Once there was hope in my life 'Now it's only


sorrow. where there once lived happinesss now



is shallow. Now my heart is broken a million


pieces or more .. I feel like in my life should


have been blessed with a little bit more . .




And i often wonder ' Is love gonna ever again come


To my door. Love is some what like a battlefield

Some have been deeply wounded Some have

Survived ;All i ever feel How I'm so broken

in side .I feel like my life will Never be the

Same as once in my life i had love that i could

claim. Now all i want is to dry my tears ' Hear

The laughter and forget about the pain...

All the sorrow and madness seems to go on .

2007-12-21 05:23:40 · 12 answers · asked by Cami lives 6

I am strong even though I have been weak, I am living each day even though it's been harder then tomorrow, I am sad but tears turn into songs, i'm a million miles away but my love flys through the wind. I may be small but my heart is always wide open. My doors might be half closed but my love is never broken. The sun may never shine tomorrow, but my arms will strech out for miles. My heart sings a happy song hoping for a better tomorrow. When you trust with all your heart you can see tomorrow.

2007-12-21 02:39:43 · 6 answers · asked by princess 2

2007-12-21 02:36:43 · 22 answers · asked by Anonymous

I meant to use the standard, 'slip through the clouds on gossamer wings'...when I looked up, I had 'clods'...that was when the spark occurred...

2007-12-21 02:10:46 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Is it kizz-ool, if I philosophizzle;
All up In-sizzle of this here thizzle?
And I mizz-ake this shizzle po-ett-ickizzle?
De-fizzle to me...tha DOG, spiz-elled back-wizzle.
If ya hizz-eard my hollas, respizzle to tha quizzle.
Pizz-eace.

2007-12-20 23:46:29 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Have you ever self plubished in 04 "Who's who In Poetry"
04 "The Silent Journey" 07 "Who's Who In Poetry"
If so, what is the title of your poem and on what page?

2007-12-20 23:02:01 · 5 answers · asked by jenny 7

SISTER of the earliest light,
Type of loveliness in sorrow,
Silver mists thy radiance borrow,
Even as they cross thy sight.
When thou comest to the sky,
In their dusky hollows waken,
Spirits that are sad, forsaken,
Birds that shun the day, and I.

Looking downward far and wide,
Hidden things thou dost discover.
Luna! help a hapless lover,
Lift him kindly to thy side!
Aided by thy friendly beams,
Let him through the lattice peeping,
Look into the room where, sleeping,
Lies the maiden of his dreams.

Ah, I see her! Now I gaze,
Bending in a trance Elysian,
And I strain my inmost vision,
And I gather all thy rays.
Bright and brighter yet I see
Charms no envious robes encumber;
And she draws me to her slumber
As Endymion once drew thee.

2007-12-20 21:45:51 · 15 answers · asked by Jack 2

*****
Is Nothing Sacred?

Open your books. Let’s begin…
Here at the Church of the N
Nothing is said, from beginning to end
…Again, long lists of Nothing are read

At the alter are friends of the N
Old gray men, reaching N
Praying for Nothing, prayed again
…Nothing is sacred, Amen

Sing along. Sing the long, slow song
Hear the words of Nothing,
Hear the end, remembering N
…Rejoicing in Nothing, join N

*****

2007-12-20 15:31:02 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

When you leave your body,
where do you leave your body?

I mean, as you slip through the clods
On gossamer road grading equipment,
do the thoughts of fossilized remains,
creatures dead three hundred million years
visualize their world to you?

Does animal want, devouring flesh
with canine teeth reward or repulse you?

I mean, the protean hunger,
as we gorge ourselves on buffet Earth,
does the minds ability to tell nourishment
from poison come from primordial understanding,
or do we look with regret at the one
who should not have eaten that…

As the detached spirit reacquires the body,
will the bonding agent adhere to ideas?

*****

2007-12-20 15:12:25 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

But for sandriel to stand there and say, I have nothing she needs. I know it was my shepard in her, but she seen me scorned. I must paint the painting, no I cannot, I must lift that cross, my mercies go before her. I'll spare her heart from breaking, though I'll paint the painting, only I shall know. >>>>------->diary

2007-12-20 13:44:45 · 1 answers · asked by prince cupid of royal blue 1

A White Light.
A shallow grave uncovered,
A mangled body of blood,
A bone twisted and torn,
A life washed away in the flood.
An eye mirrored in torture,
A grip tightened in foul play,
A mind innocent now strained,
A face shoved in the clay.
A vein severed by blade,
A place cursed and forgotten,
With thoughts it did rotten.
The story now has an end,
Stop digging he just might,
The soul has bounced forward,
Towards a shiny white light.

2007-12-20 12:42:08 · 10 answers · asked by kissaled 5

answer im up to any answers

2007-12-20 12:33:06 · 3 answers · asked by Zavala :] 2

THE water rushed, the water swelled,
A fisherman sat by,
And gazed upon his dancing float
With tranquil-dreaming eye.
And as he sits, and as he looks,
The gurgling waves arise;
A maid, all bright with water drops,
Stands straight before his eyes.

She sang to him, she spake to him:
"My fish why dost thou snare,
With human wit and human guile,
Into the killing air?
Couldst see how happy fishes live
Under the stream so clear,
Thyself would plunge into the stream,
And live for ever there.

"Bathe not the lovely sun and moon
Within the cool, deep sea,
And with wave-breathing faces rise
In twofold witchery?
Lure not the misty heaven-deeps,
So beautiful and blue?
Lures not thine image, mirrored in
The Fresh eternal dew?

The water rushed, the water swelled,
It clasped his feet, I wis'
A thrill went through his yearning heart,
As when two lovers kiss!
She spake to him, she sang to him:
Resistless was her strain;
Half drew him in, half lured him in;
He ne'er was seen again.

2007-12-20 11:22:33 · 18 answers · asked by Jack 2

My mother made this poem but she beleives it has a few mistakes, we are not sure how to put it into the correct format. Would anyone fix it for us and correct any grammer/punction/etc? 10 points!

Pride in family is pride in ordinary people.
Who in our hearts become extraordinary,
Their faces are mirrors
Their eyes speak clearly
the way things used to be,
the way things ought to be,
and most of all the way things are.
They are our refuge
and spring board
our link to the past
our bridge to the future.
Between earth and sky above
nothing can match
our parents love.

2007-12-20 11:09:10 · 9 answers · asked by laxson27 1

I often think that recipes could be so much more fulfilling and poetry could explore sensual pleasures beyond the tired old rut of boy/girl trauma. Does anybody out there cook like the bard?

2007-12-20 11:00:11 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Thrust into an age where no one seems to have a mind
Searching for answers to questions we can't find
Used to be such fools, thinking that it would last
Now we have to wach as an entire new world is cast
Times are changing, faces hide in fear
Seeing our lives from the other side, of the two way mirror
Re-examining facts once believed stable
Holding on best we can as fate turns all the tables


Any Good...

2007-12-20 09:58:24 · 1 answers · asked by Sarah Isn't Saving The World 3

Do u hear that hush across my wrist?

Do u see the way i clench my fist?

Seeing the crimson pull out so fine

Sometimes I wish you were still mine

I know it was my mistake to let you go

But your like a vine that i can't seem to ungrown

The way my pain is twisting around

The way the weapon i'm gripping makes a hush sound

Hushing my trouble in one vein

Making it sound like a just like sprinkling rain

Do u hear the pang of of rushing emotion?

Then suddenly i hit the ground with a sudden commotion

That crismon spurting across the the floor with the sound of a last seen ocean


I just need some comments of anything i could do to make this better..... Any comments are acceptable...

2007-12-20 08:31:53 · 13 answers · asked by Ivy 2

Moments pass when I feel scared, My eyes began to water and my heart begans to scare. My arms are open from side to side, my heart is now weak from all the pain inside.Tears roll down my cheeks, feeling the sadness inside of me. My only hope is the love from the puddle in the sea.

2007-12-20 07:45:15 · 3 answers · asked by princess 2

*****
Appeasement

There’s a patch in the corner of my garden
Filled with carrots and turnips and rutabaga
Underground goodies, row after row
All planted there for my little blue mole…

*****
Mole’ Sauce

Who dug all these holes
That little blue mole
She’s busy at my bulbs, I see
The Crocuses are yummy
Tulips fill her tummy
Daffodils, Peonies, Begonias
Gooder than cheese and bologna
Dahlias are oniony, she cries
Hyacinths and Hostas are quite mild
Iris and Lily, they all make her silly
Caladiums, they just drive her wild

*****

2007-12-20 05:35:57 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

As the rain falls
The skies swell up with clouds
And the day turns into night

THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT A HAIKU SO DONT BE REALLY HARSH!

2007-12-20 05:11:45 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Tree

Fragile limbs broken and scattered.
Powerful trunk beaten and battered.
Your very nourishment,
incised from its source.
To die and to dry,
wither in the heat.
Severed beyond recognition,
by unfeeling steel,
or consumed in the flame,
till naught is left but black brokenness…

A miserable fate,
a meaningless existence.
If you had a mind,
is that what you would think?
Yet could you foresee,
A higher plan, a purpose, a destiny?

That one such as you
would hold in its sturdy form,
The Maker of all:
a new baby born.
And cradle to sleep
The Prince of Peace.

Another of you,
A ship would become
To hold the fishermen of souls.
And whose planks did uphold
He who is One, and yet Three.
The Maker of that beautiful sea.

2007-12-20 04:21:09 · 13 answers · asked by Spiffs C.O. 4

Marguerite put him right
Squirrel got sheepish
Now I want a fight

2007-12-20 04:04:14 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

I had to look up 'Abaft'...geeze...I was in the Navy and never heard that one.

2007-12-20 02:51:39 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

Deserted December beach,
No trees, no garishly scattered gifts,
Only the gift of the ocean
Gray-blue and strangely still
Under the white sky.

Seagulls slowly circling,
Hoping for a treat
From the lone visitor
But her hands are empty,
She has nothing left to give.

2007-12-20 01:17:28 · 7 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7