Poetry

2007-09-10 18:06:26 · 6 answers · asked by Soul Flower 2

TWINKLE, TWINKLE CRYING STAR

If
eight elephants envision
erroneous epithets,
while wombats wander worldwide
wordlessly wondering why,
mongooses maintain mostly
morose monthly monologues,
and aged aardvarks aimlessly
avoid any 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 -

And
tortoises try to tunnel:

If
domesticated doggies
dig diligently deeper,
foreseeing falcons flying
forever forward from fear -

And
coy cockroaches can’t complain:

Wouldn’t it be safe to say
that God’s more evolved creatures
see what we refuse to see,
hear what we refuse to hear,
fear what we refuse to fear?

(Yes, I wrote this mindless drivel!)

2007-09-10 17:51:23 · 3 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7

Autumn days, leaves fall fast,
Winter is near, oh, at last.
Busy, busy, loads to do,
Paper piles to read through.


Caught up with ourselves, blinded eyes,
Put up a show, and live a disguise.
We sometimes forget what we live for,
Racing with life, we sometimes ignore.


I sit by a window, crystal clear,
Hoping I could get my work done here,
Typing, thinking, tapping my head,
As sounds grab my attention instead-


Droplets patter on my windowpane,
Serenity comes from within the rain,
I stop my duties to look a while,
For Nature’s beauty makes me smile.


And as I stare blankly at water pour,
I hear a creak, and look at the door.
Soaking wet, you warmly smile,
As it dawns on me in less than a while.



Guilt shows its piercing face,
Glides through my heart with simple grace,
As I remember what I live to do,
And it simply is…






To love you.

2007-09-10 15:08:05 · 4 answers · asked by Vawewia 2

The public duly notified
Was upset when first addressed
Yet none were truly qualified
to understand what was confessed

Was it given free and willing?
Could this be a travesty?
All could agree that it was chilling
Judgement by such a magistracy

So they live in fear each day
Men are practical if not brave
Here it's clear the price they'll pay
For their liberty is in the grave

2007-09-10 14:38:37 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Eye of the Beholder"

You search for heart's passion
and discover heart's pain.
Give all in possession
with nothing to gain.

The Garden of Eden
now desert's dry kiss
The Angel of Heaven
and Demon's abyss.

Daybreak's long shadow
and midnight, the moon.
New birth comes screaming,
long sleep softly soon.

2007-09-10 13:56:02 · 4 answers · asked by Wallflower 5

And it hurt you way down deep
You wish for them all through the day
Maybe cry yourself to sleep
As life goes on and time goes by
You miss them more each day
Your memories turn to dreams at night
You wish the dreams could stay

2007-09-10 13:37:57 · 8 answers · asked by vitraux 6

I need these words to the poem(all of them) in the the right order and form pleas answer me ASAP!! will gi ve best answer to one of the first people to give me correct form and words

2007-09-10 12:42:47 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Eye of the Beholder"

You search for heart's passion
and discover heart's pain.
Give all in possession
with nothing to gain.

The Garden of Eden
now desert's dry kiss
The Angel of Heaven
and Demon's abyss.

Daybreak's long shadow
and midnight, the moon.
New birth comes screaming,
long sleep softly soon.

2007-09-10 12:06:25 · 1 answers · asked by Wallflower 5

Where does the setting take place for the wife's lament and who are the antagonists i have put the lords kinsmen and the lord himself

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

1 Diamond Eyes

Diamond eyes, diamond eyes
Stars in your eyes
Speck the velvet of the skies
Spark the velveteen skies.

Blushing dyes, scarlet dyes,
Ink the lips that softly cry
Out the words that shuddering, die
When you part your lips, to sigh.

Diamond eyes, diamond eyes
Tears in your eyes
Dew the velvet of the skies
Wet the velveteen skies.




2 The Mirror

A shattered dusty mirror
Watches from the wall
It offers not a comment
But reflects upon the hall

The mother sighs and asks,
Mirror have they grown?
The mirror tells her that it sees
No face but her own.

The child smiles and asks
Mirror have I grown?
The mirror replies it can know
Nothing that but that's known.

It envies the living there
Who walk around the hall
The shattered dusty mirror
That watches from the wall.

2007-09-10 10:28:19 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

I see a lot of people write poems, but a lot of others say they're not interested in reading. One time my twin sister introduced a poem to a boy in her class, & he knocked her out. Do people hate poetry THIS bad? & I'm thinking about writing some poems, but people say, "Nobody reads poetry anymore."

2007-09-10 08:31:35 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

Jennifer is my name.

Thanks

2007-09-10 08:29:00 · 5 answers · asked by smiles 2

If not, what could I do to improve it?

Here is the poem; it's called Hope.


Frost lies on the blackened ground,
Whispers float in the air,
The spirits all gather around,
Their presence is everywhere.
Single green shoot in a deadened forest,
Fights for it’s right to live anew,
The spirits all gather around it,
The words they speak are words so true.
“Even in the dead of night,
After all are laid to rest,
Even without the moons light,
After all have left,
Even then when hope is gone,
Can there be a sign of life,
After all is over and done,
There can be a sign of Right.”
The spirits song of hope rings true,
For green is the color of hope,
And green is that one lonely shoot,
That through winter and ash can cope.

Thank you.

2007-09-10 07:41:15 · 4 answers · asked by Girl In Green 2

Charmed by the man with the eyes to see
Felt rapture
Sudden amongst tribes of our own
Lie unspoken thoughts in each others mind
If only you could know me
If only I could show you
Then you’d see I too am like you
If only you would let me
Go where no armour piercing bullet will go
Let me , a soft voice calls
So you brush away to more urgent things

The girl lacking purpose
Like a prop on our stage
Causes such trouble
And likes to be touched

So I held a silence
From birth till today
When a day soon shall dawn
We’ll cast our shells away

Bought time from a merchant
With a gleam in his eye
Bought time from a merchant
Not willing to die
Buy time from a merchant
Or do I confuse
An ocean of time at my beckoning
With my imaginary muse


So a god lacking intelligence
We all call him names
And prove to him our worthiness
And put to others the blame

I lived in a deep tunnel
To sunlight I gasped
I learned to sleep in silence
With nothing to grasp
Like insignificant ones in limbo
Like the moss on the wall

2007-09-10 07:23:54 · 5 answers · asked by likeminded 3

Stay a little while
Why,;can’t be the only reason
What was your disposition
When will the stars truly shine
How does my mind fold
So stay while I let down my hair
And provoke you to the demons lair

I need to touch you so I wait
I need to feel your worried arms
I need to see such purity found here
Lost the game now that you’re tame
Never to wake to arms again
Instead wallow in delusion and what could have been

Stained , a day old
Found cruel minds from the get go
Churned like a tempest
Seething till I’m here
Deserted and empty I’ve found
What I never looked for
Yet these hands sharpen the blade
Pour my spleen down the corridors of your mind
But alas I’m now found so I let it slide
To grander scenario, I shall abide

Bled like a virgin by an unkempt soul
I saw you look that way , masked deep within
Let me touch you and give credence to your sin
My mind has lost to a heavier hand
I went to the desert to make a stand
Retaliations to the voice within
I cut the chords from its throat
And put cotton in my ears
Burn in the fire of a thousand fears

2007-09-10 06:58:47 · 4 answers · asked by likeminded 3

Please close your eyes and journey
Come take a trip with me
We’ll travel to a brokenness
From which she had to flee

Her world became so lonely
So dark, no light in view
She found herself so broken
So empty, nothing true

She was so lost, bewildered
Blinded by the world
How could so many bad things
Be done to, a little girl

She found her pain so crippling
She was handicapped in fear
How would this world now view her?
How would she now appear?

She’d close her eyes and cry and cry
She’d cry herself to sleep
And when she’d finally lift her head
She still could only weep

Her heart so broke, so shattered
She yearned to feel real love
To find herself just one true thing
But nothing was enough

She’d find herself so broken now
Broken heart and shattered dreams
Why had she been forsaken
Please someone answer me

She hung her head to cry in shame
Oh, what had she done wrong
How long must she endure this?
Please tell her just how long

Her journey became so lonely now
Her heart grew hard as steel
She took pride in building thick walls
So thick, to thick to feel

But, then she heard a message
She went alone one day to church
The Pastor spoke about forgiveness
How it would heal her hurts

But, how could I ever do this?
Forgive all bad things done to me
How could I just let go of this
This anger now was me

But something began to speak to me
Not those bad things done to me
But how a Father gave His son
He died to set me free

I thought about Him on that cross
How he must’ve felt
His body striped, so broken
I bowed my head and knelt

Oh Father, I’m so broken now
Please Lord forgive my sins
I haven’t lived my life for you
I haven’t let You in

If He could now forgive me
When, so long I turned away
Then I would now forgive too
I’d have to find a way

My walls began to shatter now
My heart began to mend
I put the pieces in His hands
The Potters work began

He’s putting back the pieces now
He’s creating something new
Once a broken Vessel
I now stand Whole in front of you

2007-09-10 06:40:14 · 7 answers · asked by HisPrincess 4

It's by Michael Baldwin and i can't find anything online, not even the poem itself
So if any of you know it.....

Can you give a description of what it's about, any hidden meanings? language?
Thx

2007-09-10 05:18:53 · 1 answers · asked by spring! 1

The right to please the left
Im stranded where ive found
My story told mind unbound
From the rear I hear a coin wobble sound
She shows me what I cant see
She smiles at me from a place unknown

I walk the streets attempting to see
Waiting for you to hand over the key

When I looked upon a distant star lit bay
And lay down with eyes shut
Traveled on imaginations waves to destinations unfound
They exist yet as true as can be
Within my mind when I lay on the soft floor
And attempt to unlock a few more

Tempted by the snake ive come undone
Naked I stand beneath the sun

2007-09-10 05:03:18 · 6 answers · asked by likeminded 3

a poet is an author,isn't he?

2007-09-10 04:19:16 · 11 answers · asked by bhavya_too cool 1

"Eye of the Beholder"

You find a heart's passion
and have a heart's pain.
You sample sweet freedom
and now all is chained.

The Garden of Eden
a hellish abyss.
And Angels of Heaven
a Demon's death kiss.

In darkness a light,
at noon, a shadow.
First, a new life.
Last, only gallows.

2007-09-10 03:44:28 · 8 answers · asked by Wallflower 5

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

2007-09-10 03:26:39 · 9 answers · asked by pyaso14 1

should in not be said instead, that peace comes after the ills of people are cured?

2007-09-10 01:38:39 · 7 answers · asked by dar2dar 1

A Poison Tree
-William Blake

I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunn'd it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into the garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad i see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.



Can you tell me the meaning of the poem and what are the kinds of poetry devices used?

Thanks in advance. I seriously suck at poems.

2007-09-10 01:32:34 · 6 answers · asked by monochrome 4

2007-09-10 01:23:29 · 9 answers · asked by Holiday Magic 7

2007-09-10 00:49:28 · 1 answers · asked by winker 1

what is the interpretation of the poem

2007-09-10 00:09:25 · 1 answers · asked by Mercy Gale S 1

1. subject
2. style
3. mood/tone

2007-09-09 23:02:27 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

or Tone= mood,Diction,Irony,Theme,Structure,Style=metre,rhthm=repetition,Metaphor = magery=personification,assossance,alliteration
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

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 flamelike 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.

2007-09-09 22:01:14 · 2 answers · asked by Dr Ask 1

I want to find a poet who writes about him/herself. About their feelings and compares them to the real world.

Any amazing poets you guys recomened??

2007-09-09 19:46:39 · 14 answers · asked by Autumn W 1

Mine is smooth,
lustrous and inviting

Mine tastes sweet.

Mine is creamy,
frothy and milky

Mine smells heavenly.

Once you tasted mine,
you will carve for it,
and ask for more

Mine is cappuccino,
what’s yours?

2007-09-09 17:13:31 · 4 answers · asked by HazelNut 2