Poetry

of my poetry quote it is "Art is but another form of poetry, but poetry is but another form of art."

2007-09-01 18:38:46 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Move On"

That first step, that day
onto the smooth stoned beach
with my two friends
was a sheer stop of joy.

As I slipped my shoes off
- to able myself to feel the smooth stones
of the beach ith my feet,
only I knew exactly why I my heart was filled with
happyness and content.

I then sat down in a triangle with them,
we giggled and laughed while I shared my feelings,
they knew also, exactly how I felt,
I had unlocked a whole new world.

After a short time,
I wish I had never been happy that day,
I wish I could go back.
But, life is too short to have regrets,
cos at the time, it was worth it.

By Drew

Please be nice about it, it is my first attempt!

2007-09-01 17:54:34 · 3 answers · asked by Drew :] 4

2007-09-01 17:01:27 · 2 answers · asked by andrew 3

life can make you choke
going on fast as smoke
not letting many moments last
moving on just so fast
moving from one to another
kinda makes you wonder
is there one true
that can really love you
wanting to know the best
in this big world of a mess
knowing not of tomorrow
or what it may bring
not a clue or anything
trying not to fall apart
but stay pieced together
just to love every other

2007-09-01 16:44:44 · 2 answers · asked by singlelivin91 2

this is something i wrote to my boyfriend but i havent givin it to him yet

~~~sealed with a kiss
if you are mine
please answer this
do you love me or do you not
you've told me once but i forgot
so tell me now and tell me true
so i can say i am here for you
of all the guys i've ever met
your the one i won't forget
and if i die before you
ill go to heaven
and wait for you
now tell me true
is your love as great as mine is for you

2007-09-01 16:18:26 · 9 answers · asked by singlelivin91 2

btw......this isnt actually a letter im givin to my crush...its just a doodle poem........its just a title series



When i fell,, i fell hard
on the floor, on the tar
i feel for you
this is tru
i think im in love with you

Your smile makes me wanna faint
your gorgeous eyes stare is hard to break
if you look at me, you'll see
how i look back at you
my heart is tru
i miss u.







kinda corny i kno lol
critique?

2007-09-01 16:04:07 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

its kinda cheesey....but here it is...



i think about you all the time
and everyday your on my mind
you make my face turn blu
cuz all i do
is think about you
i hope you dont go
because u should know
it'd kill me so
please kno
that i think about u all the time
and everyday your on my mind


Ps...he makes my face turn blu....cuz he takes my breath away

any critique or responses??

2007-09-01 15:52:43 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

I was born to love yoi, care for yoi, be there for yoi.
Live for yoi, breathe yoi, share with yoi. I promise yoi.
That there is nothing I woildn't do for yoi.
I belong to yoi, made sacrifices to be with yoi, I respect yoi, I admire yoi.
I'm engaged to yoi, I'm boind to yoi, Yoi're my inspiration and so I'd die for yoi.
Yoi're the height of my elevation, the object of my adoration. In my inner-most part I've made this annonciation.
Yoi are the reason I'm giving op my heart to be placed in yoir keeping. The insight of my vision. Why I find soch joy in living.
I give yoi the warmth of my affections for to me yoi have been a blessing.
I see yoir beaotifol face in my sweetest of dreams and when in my presence yoi've calmed my fears.
I have no need to fight my battles alone. Nor garment any scars. Yoi are my protection.
In yoi I've find the most remarkable treasore. I've foind my joy, my life, and my heart. Mi amor. (my love)

2007-09-01 14:45:05 · 5 answers · asked by Sol is Real 2

You strike a pose
Pout your lips
Flip your hair
And shake your hips
Hide the truth
To who you are
Hiding your
Emotional scars
Who are you?
Just ask yourself
Look in the mirror
As the truth comes out
Behind the eye makeup
The concealed face
Is a beauty within
You need to embrace
So wash off all your makeup
Take off your fancy clothes
Because who you are is someone that
You, yourself should know

2007-09-01 14:17:27 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm turning fifteen soon, so I wrote this poem last night. What do you think?

I woke up a little earlier than usual today.
It was probably the axiety; I'm fifteen now, after all.
But it feels strange.
It's like, I've woken up for the first time in my life.

It's not just another day. It's another year.
15 years, to be exact.

When you're a child, you have these reflects, y'know?
Like, when someone says "skinned knees", you say, "kiss it".
When someone says "boys", you say, "cooties".
And when you don't get what you want,
You throw a fit until you finally do.

But now...
Now, it's different.
When you scrape that knee,
There's no one there watching you.
You have to get up and keep on moving, or you'll be left behind.
Whether you're still bleeding or not doesn't make a difference to anyone.

And then, out of no where,
You're holding hands with a cootie infestation.
You're feeling those butterflies finally burst.
And you're finally learning that "forever" is just a word.

And when you want something
As in you want it so bad that you'd die for it...
It doesn't matter how much you kick and scream.
You're still not going to get it.

Then the next morning, you wake up.
You're hoping, just hoping, that today will be different.
You're hoping that you can be eight again.
Because then all that you'd need to heal a wound...
Is a bandage.
A simple, tan-coloured, cotton padded bandage.
But I guess things just aren't that simple anymore.

I'm fifteen now.
I'm not a child anymore.
I'm an adult.
And when I go to sleep tonight, I'll cry.
I'll cry because fifteen isn't an end to life.
It's a new beginning.

And that what scares me the most.

2007-09-01 13:58:09 · 12 answers · asked by abcdefgh 2

2007-09-01 12:53:35 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Your Will"






Your will
the most
powerful
thing on
earth
Your will
keeps intact
subtle periods
of mirth
Your will
it is written
since time
of ones
birth
Your will
leaves behind
leagal words
of your
worth

2007-09-01 11:14:27 · 6 answers · asked by ? 3

Bandit (Three Haiku)


Delicate black cat
Softly purring kisses me
And possession claims.

Though the blanket we dispute
Possession is nine points of the cat's paw.

The claw is there to prove
That none the cat may move
She sleeps peacefully.

Summer (from Seasonal Haiku)

Sky is full this night
As the cat ate the bright sun
And roars with delight.

2007-09-01 11:10:18 · 7 answers · asked by Fr. Al 6

Every time I feel this way
Something bad has happened
I’m tired of these cliché’ lyrics
Those words written about “love”

No one cares, all blank stares
Like a thousand stars looking down
Like they want something from me
But I can’t provide for these stars

Instead I lie in self pity
Behind the stories I was told
Behind the words they sing
Behind the melody
Behind the bass

Wearing my broken heart
On my sleeve
Allowing me to bleed for all to see
Its not the same, its never the same
You live
Or you die

No one lives forever
No one will last
The end is here
Embrace it

Those smiles are shallow
Those clothes are fake
You don’t see Real Pain
You see the world threw shattered glass

It’s not all Smiles and Kisses
Wait until he’s gone
I’m not always going to be the shoulder
I need, I want, I am, but I am not as well

2007-09-01 11:02:13 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

And you yelled at me in the middle of the street.
Hate rolling off your tongue
You wanted me to leave
But I needed you to stay.
Where did it go wrong
on that summer day.

2007-09-01 10:38:37 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I keep seeing folk submitting verse here and asking for opinions. I am loathe to rain on anyone's parade but poetry is an art form and by definition ,this means that good poetry will be rare. Yet on here we continually see the most appalling doggerel being praised. If anyone daubs a canvas with paint, is it Art?
Also, please realise that poetry is ,for the most part, subject to the same rules and conventions as any other form of written English

2007-09-01 09:21:47 · 22 answers · asked by kpfellow 2

Its for a girl I like I wrote it and wanted to see how it was before I gave it to her any kind of input is nice tell me even if it sucks

When my eyes layed on you I liked
After that every time I saw you I was syked
When I first talked to you I loved
Everytime I talk to you my heart is buzzed

You gave me a chance
I fell in love like I was in france
No girl ever did that for me
And I knew you were the girl to be

You got me lookin
Like I’m on riddlin

You got me lookin here and there
Trying to forget you I look everywhere
But my eyes are only for you
Because you are my first true

Your nickname was the name I liked
Like the big mountain I hiked
Your real name is the name I love
Just like the white doves

Got me thinking I’m the king of the world
And you the queen of my world

Being with you makes me happy
Like how this poem sounds sappy
It don’t matter who you happy with
You could make me jump out an abyss

Your smile brightens my world
It makes my frown start to curl
Your sadness

2007-09-01 06:23:56 · 4 answers · asked by tamiyastar 2

All the colours of our nature,
All the sounds and smells!
We look and think about the future
While our sorrow melts.

We say Thank You, use, and go,
Leaving so much mess,
Melted sorrow, stress,
Into seas and rivers flow.

All the colours of our nature
Soon will fade away.
Beautiful but helpless creatues
Will have naught to say.

Their voices will be filled with dust,
Coughing, their once colours grey...
Protect themselves they truly must
To keep the Devil at bay.

Are the promises all lies?
Could there be a compromise?

Because otherwise,

All the colours of our nature
Soon will fade away.

2007-09-01 06:03:56 · 4 answers · asked by Dani 2

2007-09-01 05:52:28 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-09-01 04:49:40 · 3 answers · asked by Donald Duck 6

please explain, thank you!

Killing them is one thing,
But I just want to vanish them.
In my ears they loudly ring,
No longer am I a decent gem.

Eyes a bright, cherry red,
I’m full of complete disasters.
Wishing they weren’t dead,
But to the dead, they are masters.

Confusion is my new form,
One they have created for me.
Completely out of the norm,
But they won’t let me easily flee.

2007-09-01 03:46:26 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

i see your smile on the horizon and i declare my heart,,,a place big full of love,,u smile at me ,and i jump in joy,,,my soul once empty ,searched in vain till u came and been its mate,.words have defeated me so many times,but today disappointment wont be near my side,this life we build is made for two ,,one heart united solid so true,,i cant say i ,i cant say u ,i say us its destiny my love for one made out of two.,

2007-09-01 02:54:25 · 8 answers · asked by reifguy 6

i pulled these thoughts out of the sky
when i was dreaming of you
i dragged them down and bound them to this site
so i could give them to you
be careful not to read too quickly,
for they're fabricated by meaning
and woven in truth
the sweet privelege of their semantics
is my gift to you

whoever you are
you are God's gift to me

i love you

2007-08-31 19:36:59 · 7 answers · asked by Jenn 2

it's just the first verse but I need ideas for the last line...

You strike a pose
Pout your lips
Flip your hair
And shake your hips
Cover up
Those giant zits
________________
________________

2007-08-31 18:51:46 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

I like making apoem diffucult to make, what i need is you to give me about 15-25 words to put in a poem to see how well it turns out thanks and love
me

2007-08-31 17:45:24 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

Shadows of wisdom trap the light of my soul
it suffers helplessly in the realms of the earth
the feathers of darkness steal my pain
and it all falls apart into a dusty cloud
baskets of fortune fill the air
a cry for destiny, a yelp of fear
something tells me at night in the cold
that it all fell apart into a dusty cloud
a force of power
the crash of a wave
a frost of wealth
a silent scream
the wings of an angel brushed across a face
but it all falls apart into a dusty cloud

I know I know, I'm a beginner but what do you think?

2007-08-31 17:18:42 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

the poems I write have no meaning whatsoever, they're just words strung together, and people will ask me what they mean and I'll be like I don't know..like they'll sound like a distressed teenager going through a breakup, or a kid whose parents are going through a divorce but I'm not going through any of that. I'm a bright, happy person, even. but does poetry always have to make sense and have meaning that you can relate to?

2007-08-31 17:16:10 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

I made this poem for my friend and i need it to be perfect...could u correct it, who ever does the best getds the 10 points

2007-08-31 17:05:36 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

These two are my favourites of all time! I wrote them after one dream I had that actually came true (hence the psychicy questions I keep asking in other areas of Answers)


"Last Chance"

I had a dream
Of dancing skeletons and fire,
Death and destruction,
The creaking of iron.
Metal joints for elbows and knees;
Jerking movements of the undead.
It's your last chance -
Flames are spreading;
Children crying,
People running
Through the fairground
As it burns.


"Skeleton Dance"

Clutching each other in a bony grip
They circle the room in a continuous sweep;
Feet never touching down.
They have never known another waltz,
Never heard another tune
Than the haunting chimes which echo
Round the ballroom music-box.
By flick of a switch they are frozen in time,
Their gowns now ashes,
Their bones now dust.
But the dancers exist
Somewhere within nothingness;
Sweeping dead air at disbelievers
As they dance through their long-forgotten time.

2007-08-31 11:15:18 · 16 answers · asked by Lola 2

Progress

Feeble foundations sing hollow tunes
Under processions of false steps
Creaking, moaning in frail protest
To the daily parades that so try them.

Gray, granite weathered with seasons
Bearded with hoar frost bygone
They stir, cracked and weary
Cold hearts warmed by misguided torchlight

Sleep, children of the lost
Who so resemble forsaken fathers
You are welcome to rest your weary feet
Welcome in the heart worn as you are

Stone visages quake and tremble
Releasing tears now dust for their age
Cold,hard façade shatter, crumbles
Leaving nothing but pure white

So rises the new, as poorly founded as old
Standing tall in the shadow of its fate
It squeaks, and chuckles at fresh new feet
Unheeding the groans of tommorrow.

2007-08-31 09:25:39 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous