Poetry

"How much I love thy
More then how much Guan loves to hi-five

I miss you day and night
When I don’t see you I cry all night

I use to wait in front of your locker
Even though I had to go to play soccer

You won’t find a guy
For you , who can die

I am yours forever
I will not leave you never whatsoever

It’s a true love
I swear , I don’t bluff

I shall buy thee a beautiful rose
only worth being smelt by your beautiful nose

At last I will say I love you and, I
I will be waiting for your reply
I you don’t reply I will die"

I am only in grade 9 and 14 year old

Please comment and be honest

Guan is a name of a girl in my class who always hi- five people on every sentence.

2007-12-19 23:45:31 · 8 answers · asked by Nik 2

Ole perdon rede his paper
And suddenly astound..
His Auntie Moneybags ha ded
And left him millun pounds!

He buy hissel a paper sac
To put the munny in
And set off on his trike-a-bike
A wumman for to win.

He mete a woolwoth lady
An take her for a ryd
She say altho he ugly
She plese to be his bride

They buy themself a castle
In Furbington-on-Wye
Thay liv there plenty holiday
An wen they old thay die.

2007-12-19 23:08:44 · 4 answers · asked by lefty 4

2007-12-19 18:51:16 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

can some1 help me analyze this poem by TS elliot?

Morning at the Window by TS Elliot

THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

2007-12-19 18:16:16 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

UPDATED POEM:

The silver stream...

Glowing, Slowly & silently,
A young girl
Walks the night in her silver shoes
All she see's is
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one her silhouette catches
Her eyes shine beneath the silvery light
This way, and that, she peers, and sees,
Couched in his kennel, like a log
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering
With silver claws and a silver eye
While moveless fish in the water gleam
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

2007-12-19 17:57:59 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Frozen
Fall withers away with every flake,
Taking the biggest step anything could take,
Coming down bit by bit,
Falls immortality shatters with the new ice,
Soon white fluff shall cover the ground,
Their parka fur around their necks,
Bouncing with the beat,
Kids will run round,
Begging for some other sound,
But the icy unbearable wind of winter,
As snow fills up so much of the sky,
You can no longer see the dipper.
The temperature drops,
So do the happy faces of the children,
Whose faces are now white instead of pink,
Their bodies sprinkle the ground galore,
In little groups of three or four,
None of which are ever found,
Till the day the mercy for the kids,
Made the wind stop all its sound,
And it mourned for them and for all in the town,
Suddenly saddened faces of all the small ones,
Seemed to be at peace,
Never feeling anymore grief.

2007-12-19 17:50:01 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

tears run,
down in streams,
across my face,
and in my dreams.

fear is held in every drop,
rolling down,
it doesnt stop,

its okay,
it is fine,
in my mind,
it passes time

youll never find,
this rivers mouth,
water never flowed,
in my lifes drought.



on the last 4 lines i cant seem to make what im trying to say work.... some help there please? and opinions about it.

2007-12-19 17:37:43 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Me sheeps have strayed into pinfold
And now the pinder wants paid
Me pockets turned out
Left him no doubt
There’d be mutton for dinner today

I asked what else could dissuade him
A note or an I.O.U.
He said with a shout
“Get yer’ fiddle out”
“And play us a tune or two”

I sang a song of merry old stooges
And tom-toms played on the moon
Like tile rearranged
A free man’s loose change
An a bell, quite peachie

*****

2007-12-19 17:29:43 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****
Little Boy Child

Play with life,
My little boy child,
The road goes on,
For miles and miles,
Stop to chase snowflakes,
Leapfrog, catch rain,
Kiss the miller's daughter,
Search for treasure in the cane,

The more times you reach
Into pockets of time,
For a token, or ticket,
A piece of red twine,
Or pause to throw seed
From the hen keepers gate,
The less time you'll have
To fear, loathe and hate,

These moments spent well,
My little boy child,
Turn days into lifetimes,
Inches to miles,
Strength comes from vision,
Wisdom from smiles,
Let fools seek out fortune,
March rank and file,

For when you do reach
The toll master's gate,
No icon of gold
Scepter, or crown,
Will pay for the passage,
Like this love you have found…

*****

2007-12-19 17:21:02 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

my heart is cold and angry
and my life is all alone
my friends are falling before me
and my career is on its own

my past is now the present
my future gone up in smoke
i have no life to live
and my life is just a joke

my death is what i fear
wait my fear is not my death
my fear is dying slowly
and the coffin in which i rest

for my first love i have lost
and my strength is what i need
for if i fall in love again
i pray my soul to bleed

2007-12-19 15:10:55 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

The hour is upon us
Show us beauty and remorse
Let the holidays heal our wounds unmended
And the love heal our hearts untouched
May our mercy be the gifts we lay
From you to me let us pray
Let our secret thoughts unheard be heard
And the beauty of our world although wounded shine
Into your heart and to mine
Let our love heal one another
Let our thought change the world
As we gather round the big tree
All you strangers who know
Hear the sidewalk angles sing
Let us hear them now more then ever
Let the songs heal our souls
As our minds touched with love shine
Let us pray for one another
Let these old wounds heal
Let the earths beauty once unseen be seen
And let our minds be open to new things
Happy holidays.

Written by me:

2007-12-19 14:43:40 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

“The Beginning”

Losing you would mean taking that one chance
I went out on that one limb and went for the dance.
Thinking everything was perfect, nothing was wrong.
When I was with you, I never felt so strong.

Without you by my side, without you here
Not loving you anymore is my biggest fear.
Only wanting me when no one is around
When we are with a crowd, you don’t make a sound.

This may not mean a goodbye for now,
But as for the moment, I am down.
Everyone has bumps in their life.
That doesn’t mean it gets twisted like a knife.

And Then Things Changed…

Knowing better, I am going to open up this one last time.
Unlike before, I will not fall for you like a drop of a dime.
Being with you, it is like nothing before, I can’t forget.
Although you might hurt me, I will never regret.

The times we have spent together and the ones to come
I don’t know where my feelings for you came from.
Maybe nothing is really wrong and you do love me.
Only the future will tell

2007-12-19 14:38:49 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-19 14:33:03 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-19 14:30:00 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

A Few Trillion Diamonds


Enter into my glory, saith the Lord
Sometimes the day is so beautiful
Someone could die
The sunlight reflects off the water
Like a few trillion diamonds
The sparkling sea of glass

The earth is mine, saith the Lord
As blue sky and white clouds
Stretch out as far as the eye can see
Some of those clouds
Must be from heaven

My soul longs to be a part of that creation
That God willed, planned from the first
How beautiful the songs of the earth
When creature and creation
Sing the praises of the Lord

My heart beats in sadness
Longing to put off corruption
And longing to sing with the sons of God
Surely the Lord call us
I pray that we listen

2007-12-19 14:23:33 · 4 answers · asked by ignoramus_the_great 7

He's a poet and that's all i know 'bout it!

2007-12-19 14:23:30 · 2 answers · asked by Vivian S 2

There's this poem that I read a long time ago... I remember that I loved it, but now I can't find it!
It's really twisted...about someone who hates someone so much and in the end you find out that it's self-hatred, they're talking about themselves.
It talks about punching a mirror at the end I believe...if anyone could help me I would very much appreciate it.
Thank you.

2007-12-19 14:16:35 · 1 answers · asked by musiclover4life15 3

i need a good candy gram poem (it doesnt have to rhyme), for a boyfriend. something kinda romantic but keep it silly because we havent been dating for too long. maybe a little holiday touch because it is for christmas.

2007-12-19 14:15:18 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Mistress Page (Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II, scene i)

What, have I scap'd love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see. [reads] "Ask me no reason why I love you. You are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy. You are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then there's more sympathy. You love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page, - that I love thee. By me, JOHN FALSTAFF."

What an unweigh'd behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard pick'd out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth. Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be reveng'd on him? For reveng'd I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
~~~~~~~~~

I have somewhat an idea of what this is about but I need to be more open to ideas. :)

2007-12-19 14:05:05 · 1 answers · asked by heylo =] 1

I have to write a figurative language poem for school and i cant think of a simile or metaphor for the first line. Everything builds off of the simile so i need a good one.

2007-12-19 13:42:56 · 1 answers · asked by sammyangel9997 1

what's your favorite poem? poet?
funny poems, depressing poems, weird poems, old new nice short long, any kind
If you can post it with your answer or give me a link to it, it'll be greatly apprieciated. thanks.

2007-12-19 12:59:58 · 4 answers · asked by k 3

No one understands
That I just want to be alone sometimes
No one seems to get
That I just have to leave sometimes
I'm like a code
That everyone has just given up on figuring out
A story that
No one tries to listen to and no one wants to tell
The light is getting dimmer
Not a soul can see
Not even him
But who is he?
(YES I WROTE IT...)

2007-12-19 12:53:05 · 4 answers · asked by Sarah Isn't Saving The World 3

"Espoir"

leaves of passion,
desire
longing
urge ,,, love

never will they turn
unless forsaken
through an ungiving,
heart.....?

D.

2007-12-19 12:21:14 · 2 answers · asked by dorian 3

Christmas Snow Day

I vaugly remember the day we met,
so long ago it was.

With snow everywhere, you slipped and fell,
and pulled me down to you.

We lay there laughing heartily,
and attempted t get up.

And when we did, we smiled and played,
and then sang some christmas songs.

Then running home, we left our prints,
in the beautiful snow covered field.

We lit a fire and laughed some more,
and opened all our gifts.

Though not many did we find,
we joyfully thanked each other.

For meeting each other was definantly,
the best gift that we received.

...it was written for a couple of people,, and has referance to one.. lol. Merry Christmas everyone!!

2007-12-19 11:08:02 · 22 answers · asked by dragonflyy 4

Little Miss Brown Eyes


Your hair is long
Your eyes so brown
I chase you across
High and low ground

You let me run
Along with the pack
Even though I end up
Right at the back

I'm only a pup
So tell me to 'shoo'
But I'm really in love
Big dog
With you

2007-12-19 09:36:14 · 12 answers · asked by Dave H 1

Please put your ideas on this poem:

How can two things be so alike, but given by the same people?
that is like killing someone then praying in a steeple.
This is something I will never get,
No one will, I am willing to bet.
I don't think it will ever cease
Can't the world just pick between war and peace?

2007-12-19 09:09:58 · 16 answers · asked by Carmen the Poet 2

Special Miracles
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

This baby is different,
He doesn't speak words.
But his expressions,
And his eyes are surely heard.

His world is wrapped,
Within silence.
Yet his laughter,
Has the sound of a beautiful violin.

You and I would surely crumble,
Under the weight,
Of the things he endures,
Day to day.
We'd say it's fate.

Yet to me he is a blessing,
Sent from Heaven in a wheelchair.
His vision's impaired,
But his views of life are very clear.

And there is still,
His joyful laughter.
Like a sermon from a pastor.
I feel like my student,
Is the master.
The teacher,
Like I'm an amateur in his profession.
He's a special miracle.
And I've been taught a lesson.

2007-12-19 09:03:43 · 5 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

"let me not to the marriage of true minds"
im trying to find the meaning behind that title. Anyone have any idea of what the title of the sonnet actually means?

2007-12-19 08:17:05 · 3 answers · asked by missy 2

(no title)


Egyptian Priestess
Linen falls to the desert.
Dying eyes cannot

See the rainfall...only hear.
Another tomb waits.
Eyes close on his tears.


Elysabeth Faslund...poemhunter

2007-12-19 06:22:03 · 7 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7

I would like your thoughts on my poem, please - I am not professional or anything, just a simplistic 14 year-old boy, so please don't be harshly critical. :P

Being of the indoctrinating hate.
Enchanted words may now seal your fate.
Send this evil back to hell.
Where the darkest shadows dwell.
Burn as thou feel infinite scorn and pain.
Your hallow'd blood is cast into the rain.
Being cursed to live, cursed to die.
Leave this world as fire can fly.
Destroy thou curs'ed abomination.
Be imprisoned in my declaration.

2007-12-19 06:16:36 · 8 answers · asked by Laurence B 4