Poetry

i'll wait.

as I walk slowly,
though the depths of darkness,
emptiness and loneliness,
was felt within me.

continuing to walk,
I reminisce the times,
we held each other,
with our sweet embrace.

clear, salty water,
rushed down my face,
as a picture of you,
flashed through my mind.

you're long gone and I see that,
I understand that,
but my heart still refuses,
to find acceptance.

"Move on" is what my mind says,
"Accept it and walk forward",
But my heart keeps refusing,
Keeps on saying "I'll wait".

Going deeper into darkness,
my mind running in circles,
emotions running wild,
I need you, I miss you.

"Useless, impossible",
how I hate those thoughts,
just name it, anything I'll do,
cut myself?- I'll do it for you.

Crimson red blood,
Flowed out my wrist,
I need to be with you,
I'm sorry, I love you.

my eyes are now heavy,
white lights are all I see,
Goodnight forever?
Or is it just me?

I woke up from my slumber,
and gazed at the night sky,
I'll wait for you,
I promise I'll do..

2007-09-11 23:50:29 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Like the reflection of the moon
In a crystal clear lake,
Your voice comes to me,
As I start to wake.

My dream was disturbed.
No longer do I sleep,
Your image is gone I start to weep.

With the rain on the roof,
And the sun in the sky,
The nights are so long,
And the days pass me by.

2007-09-11 23:04:12 · 7 answers · asked by Cinderelly 1

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2007-09-11 19:22:03 · 2 answers · asked by smurfey 2

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

2007-09-11 18:57:32 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

THE HARLEM DANCER

by: Claude McKay (1890-1948)

APPLAUDING youths laughed with young prostitutes
And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway;
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes
Blown by black players upon a picnic day.
She sang and danced on gracefully and calm,
The light gauze hanging loose about her form;
To me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm
Grown lovelier for passing through a storm.
Upon her swarthy neck black, shiny curls
Profusely fell; and, tossing coins in praise,
The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls,
Devoured her with their eager, passionate gaze;
But, looking at her falsely-smiling face
I knew her self was not in that strange place.

2007-09-11 18:42:34 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

Much madness is divinest Sense
To a discerning Eye
Much Sense- the starkest Madness
"tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail-
Assent- and you are sane
Demur- you're straightway dangerous
and handled with a chain

2007-09-11 18:36:47 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

TELL ALL THE TRUTH BUT TELL IT SLANT

Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
To Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind-

2007-09-11 18:26:08 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I love him he had such a life, i feel so sorry for him and his women in life with Tb, but it made him a great writer but live a craxy life

2007-09-11 17:07:12 · 11 answers · asked by Leslie W 1

if i had weighed my pen
wrote this then
did you see the cross
or was this a toss

2007-09-11 16:24:19 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-09-11 16:22:30 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Here is my poem:

A roaring river cuts through the land,
The river thins down at the bend,
the bend where I would play as a child,
And where now I stop to rest awhile
Beside the river is an old willow tree,
It’s very presence comforts me,
For this is the same willow that cried amity,
On the day that we all lost hope.
This willow knows of great, great sorrow,
Of war that would come perhaps tomorrow,
Of stories untold and heroes unsung,
Knows much does this willow by water that runs.
Amity, amity, it sang in dark times,
Friendship, it called to a world torn with strife,
Peace, it asked of two nations at war,
Amity it called, to the heroes of lore.
The war had torn us all apart,
Had emptied our minds, clouded our hearts,
Wartime strategies were all that we knew,
Till the willow cried amity and hope of light grew.
And now as I sit in the willows embrace,
I know vengeance is gone, I am safe, I am safe.

Thank you!

(Poem Copyright 2007. All rights reserved)

2007-09-11 16:01:43 · 8 answers · asked by Girl In Green 2

Talks about his almost-dead wife with blood on her lips or something like that??

2007-09-11 15:51:04 · 2 answers · asked by arreola_sonia 1

2007-09-11 15:26:56 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-09-11 15:24:24 · 8 answers · asked by tayhay 4

Im looking for a good poem to give to my sister and my nephew...im leaving in a few weeks to go back home which is 1000 miles away from them

and i was just wanting a poem about leaving and things like that..

thankks!.

2007-09-11 12:39:47 · 5 answers · asked by *~*ME*~* 2

brain doesn't matter

I do not care what it is that you said,
How could I care, according to you I do not exist.
You dissed me and you plundered me,
You ripped my tiny soul apart.
Another time and another place,
I tried to rhyme, I did my best.
You told me to leave, just go away,
I do not think so, I think that I will stay.
Stay on to play for just one more day,
You can try to crush all of my dreams.
But I do not care not one little bit,
Does it really matter, when I do not even really exist?
Does it really mean anything at all?

2007-09-11 12:39:06 · 5 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

can anyone tell them to me? I'm trying to find it on the net but I can't and I have to do a paper by tommorrow about those 2 thing and i don't live anywhere close to a library

thanks

2007-09-11 09:25:30 · 2 answers · asked by MNNNN 1

2007-09-11 08:18:36 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

(I finished this last night. Already I've been told it's 'cute.' But is it something more than cute? It's a little too long to fit into the alloted space here so please wait until I add the rest of the poem in 'Details'.)

Twinkle, Twinkle Crying Star


If
each elephant envisions
erroneous epithets,
while wombats wander worldwide
wordlessly wondering why,
mongooses maintain mostly
morose mouthy monologues,
and aardvarks act aimlessly
avoiding all affection -

If
poor pious possums ponder
plaintive, painful platitudes,
confused, caustic cattle can't
compose cud coherently,
wounded woodpeckers worry
without wiggly, witless worms,
cautious, crying crocodiles
cannot contemplate chaos -

If
reptiles reject regression,
eagles equate erosion,
dolphins detest dire dogma,
camels cringe collectively,
bears bare begrudging burdens,
tortoises try to tunnel,
owls oust outlandish options,
horses have hemorrhages,

And
skunks smell sudden suicide -

(Cont.)

2007-09-11 06:19:53 · 6 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d
And every fair from fair sometime declines, c
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. g


Oscar Wilde's novel the Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1 – ‘the studio was filled with the rich odour of roses’.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-11 05:45:58 · 2 answers · asked by MM 1

2007-09-11 04:29:47 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

somthing really short

2007-09-11 04:26:54 · 4 answers · asked by tiffanys baby © 2008 1

Your like a mirage
Floating through the air
When I go to hug you
All a sudden your not there

I know that you still love me
And I know that you still care
It’s just I have this emptyness
And I’m starting to get scared

Today I found out that you may leave for good
So no more visits, no more talks
No more anything, really I was shocked
Knowing that you could die
And knowing I may not care
I mean I really didn’t know you
So why am I so scared?


I have over 50 poems, so if your interested in seeing more, let me know

2007-09-11 04:25:11 · 10 answers · asked by Cinderelly 1

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-11 03:53:42 · 1 answers · asked by Dr Ask 1

What is Shakespeare doing by making some of his lines 11 syllables instead of the typical 10? My instructor said it was to illustrate uncertainty. I'm reading The Rape of Lucrece where Lucrece apostrophizes Opportunity. In line 879 and 880 I'm counting 12 syllables. But there are other lines that count 11. I would imagine at this point in the poem that Lucrece is very confused/uncertain. So what makes the feminine endings more uncertain than the rest?

I hope some serious Shakespearian enthusiasts are out there and can help me!!!

2007-09-11 03:52:05 · 1 answers · asked by smile 2

{The answer is "yes"}


{I just wanted to take a brief moment to send my condolences to all of you out there that have lost someone close to you in the 9-11 attacks and still, you reamin strong to help a friend in need, Kudos to you all and thanks for letting my cry}

You Made Me Cry


In such a broken world
there is mending
But, only a few
that par take
to seal some hope
of the ending
Of terror that our
lives it takes

I haven't a clue
who you people are
but, still, I feel love
and wish well
On this sadest of days that
3000 were gone
6 years ago
Twin Towers fell

And yet you have time
for the unsure
A "no one" that's going
no where
You've made and take time
to comfort
A survivor with much
less dispair...

2007-09-11 03:08:35 · 12 answers · asked by ? 3

Any suggestions? I wrote this after my brother passed away:

A cool autumn breeze stirs the leaves
I assume, of course, your voice
Whispering to me, assuring me that you are here
You speak of no pain
Your weightless soul passes me
A comforting sigh as the leaves rustle in the trees
I hear you my brother
Forever whispering of eternal beauty
and the power of whispering in the wind

2007-09-11 01:54:04 · 12 answers · asked by WildOne 6

can you name 5 poetry elements in this poem and tell me where those elements are and why they're important. Sorry, I guess someone really smart will be able to answer this. hehe.

2007-09-10 20:10:29 · 2 answers · asked by jennie s 2

Who would it be by and why?
Please be specific as to why you have chosen the one that you have.
What feelings did it envoke in you? Did it help you get through a diificult time in your life, etc..

2007-09-10 19:19:01 · 8 answers · asked by Soundproof 6

besides the fact that one is put to music. i think that's pretty obvious.

2007-09-10 18:26:03 · 5 answers · asked by ? 3