Poetry

The Cry of the Soldier

A slight wind touches
my tear streaked face
as I step out onto
the blood stained wasteland that
was once my home.
Death slithers through the bodies
feasting on the sorrow,
crawling up my body
and threatening to devour.
And I can look no longer,
stay no longer
live no longer.
Concieted are the killers,
ignorant of the lives taken,
familes torn apart.
They see death but do not feel it,
numb against the slicing sting
that can come from no blade.
I cannot have done it.
I cannot have taken innocent blood.
Men are happy to sacrifice, but why
is sacrifice happy?
Who can rest with a stranger's blood on their hands?
And I can look no longer
stay no longer,
live no longer....

2007-08-19 15:46:18 · 9 answers · asked by Viva La Alexander! 2

What are your honest opinions and comments of this site?

2007-08-19 13:33:28 · 4 answers · asked by Sam 4

I remeber in school it had something like were you use A,B,C were it would go like
A
B
A
B
and A's would rhyme and then B's would rhyme its really confussing i want to write a poem for the uy i like because he likes poems too but when i ask a question about who could give me a poem everyone says to write it myself.so can you please help?

2007-08-19 10:33:32 · 17 answers · asked by EricaEcstasy 1

pity

The wind blows across the frozen ground,
Blasting clean, nothing lost, nothing found.
The sadness I feel crushing my heart,
All I've left is pain, where do I start?

How many times can I look and see,
The waste of my youth, all I could be.
Twisted and broken, yet still I peek,
Life black as sin, redemption I seek.

I don't need you, or your sympathy,
Take a small look, that's all you will see.
I will take back my life from his grip,
His hold on me, has begun to slip.

Don't ever doubt the love and my care,
My San Juan angel, skin oh so fair.
She's the one, never doubted my love,
My ardor beyond probe, gift from above.

2007-08-19 10:11:43 · 2 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

OK well i need one about a guy names caleb hes 19 and races sprint cars he has brownish girly hair.he likes hunting and fishing.his fav tv show is scooby doo and i've only met him like 2 or 3 times because after the races he signes shirts and stuff so thats when i get to see him because my unle races too!

PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT I SHOULD WRITE ONE MYSELF.i know i should i tried to but im not good at it

2007-08-19 07:36:22 · 3 answers · asked by EricaEcstasy 1

He stands and leans against the wall
His bitter tears they burn and fall
Into the green beneath his feet
Tis what he sowed and now he reaps

She searches deep within his eyes
But all she sees is a web of lies
He reaches out to hold her hand
And mercilessly she takes a stand

Can you finish this if you can and it's good you get the points.

2007-08-19 06:43:52 · 23 answers · asked by Anonymous

From this weary vantage place
I take in the smoldering stage
One by one my ragged cast enter
Find their well worn marks and slur
Tormented lines conceived alone
Carved from desolation's stone
Hard and loose, covered in dust
Drawing the pain in the hearts of the lost.



Need an image for the second stanza, I want to play with the drama/stage idea. Any help would be good....

2007-08-19 05:42:13 · 10 answers · asked by Duncan w ™ ® 7

I'm after the words to a Poem by Angela Morgan (1874-1957)
Titled "WORK"
First line "Work, Thank gog for the might of it'

Can any help for the complete poem?

2007-08-19 01:38:51 · 2 answers · asked by pvc462001 2

what do you think? Choose a title for me.

If the sun does not rise and the moon does not fall would the angles call?
Or would my soul soar with an awakeing trancending time and space or slumber in the absence of the human race?
Maybe the mark of man in the midst of time does his light shine to make the sun rise and the moon fall to be an awakening of transending time to those who look above and not fall behind.
To those who see and hear does the words written on this Earth inspire, teach, and give faith,
but it is man that gives man what God wants to give for his children through man'd will to give for god through each other, does he make his mark of faith.


I am not very religous but it has been God that inspired me. What do you think?

2007-08-19 01:27:45 · 5 answers · asked by Dan 3

Intravenous Drug Abuse
The delicate strand of my vein
Is the highway to escape my pain.
The air gets stuck in my throat when I see red,
I hold my breath while the beast is fed.
When the syringe is emptied out,
The joy in my mind is what I’m talking about!
That sweet rush that warms your seat
Is something I could endlessly repeat!
I dream at night of my next blast,
Anticipating the future, savoring the past.
Every time the deed is done,
I patiently await the next one.
Sometimes I wait only hours, soon I fear waiting years
For my drug I shed real tears.
I know I will never quit
Part of who I am is getting lit.
I accept both sides of the deal,
I tremble when my dreams become real.
If I’m forced to feel it when it hurts,
I’m gonna relish it when the blood spurts.
I accept my addiction, my muse
I clarify, I confuse.
Just let your judgments lie,
For me the only good that exists is when I get high.

i wrote this 2 years ago, fyi i have been sober for 18 months! just found this. N.Hackbarth

2007-08-19 00:36:44 · 4 answers · asked by n_hackbarth 1

Can anyone help me.. I gotta do a reading on any poem, a brief background on the author and an interpretation of the poem.. Please help asap!

2007-08-18 21:58:09 · 4 answers · asked by Barbie73 2

.... this was my first attempt at a Haiku after my daughter & I saw the rare Green-Flash phenomenon on a beach in North Devon UK a few weeks ago.

Watching on the shore;
Sun sinking into the sea;
We saw the Green-Flash.

Do you have any examples? (either your own or some others you've enjoyed.)

2007-08-18 21:17:01 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

why is emptiness becoming more and more of a plight?
you can only feel her presence in the dark shadowy moonlight,
darkness gives her comfort and peace as shame she has nothing to hide,
her existence may not valid to you staring eyes,
she never feel insecured as a duck she may look like,
a cute pigeon she may be and will be as the time hike.

2007-08-18 21:13:52 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Somewhere Deep

somewhere deep inside me, i know that she's still there
the girl with bruised arms trapped in her own despair

as time goes by i marvel that once thats all i chose to be
my life and identity consumed by a drug that was killing me

the depth of my life now reflects how hollow I had become
peircing moments of pleasure fade and you become numb

my sobriety is but one gift I have to thank God for
my son, my boyfriend, my family and so much more

I've learned from my mistakes, and am paying my dues
so much is at stake, I have so much to lose

my past is a still part of me but only a part
now i'm a girl with a peaceful and loving heart.

08/05/2007

2007-08-18 18:04:12 · 6 answers · asked by n_hackbarth 1

I look at you today
You're going away
You won't be there tomorrow
I don't want you to go
I look you in the eye
And I'm trying not to cry
Are you going to fly away tonight
Don't go, hold tight
Night after night I watch you
You breathe in and out, but is it really you
Or is it a machine giving you life
The silence is killing me, it's like a knife
I miss your laugh, your smile
The nurse tells me to go, but I'm going to stay for a while
I need to tell you that I love you
But is the message getting through
Can you hear me
Can you feel me
I need to tell you that I'm sorry that I never got the chance to tell you when we were face to face
That you saved me and showed me grace
I want to hold you one more
Then the doctor comes through the door
He said you were running out of time
And that your last few moments were mine
I held your hand
I told you goodbye and
That I would see you again
I love you, my friend
You died that day
And away from me you'd stay

2007-08-18 17:54:39 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Interested in how my own chapbook made. How much do these generally cost? I want one about 50 pages with a nice cover and something that looks professional.

I want to buy in bulk as well....maybe 500 of them....does anyone know a good website where they do professional work cheaply?

2007-08-18 16:35:06 · 3 answers · asked by Johnnyboy 1

The Poetry Effect

The words in the lines
Weaving through to make a rhyme
Through the ever leaving time
We pass into the future

Emotions, words in poems
Your heart on your paper
Bringing together
The times of your life

The ink in your pen
Passes to the paper and the past
So we pass also, writer and reader
Moving forward through these lines

Writing words sharing life
The words pass to the reader
For a moment two beats are one
As we read their heart

Heartbeat on paper
Beating on and on
Through time and through others
Carry these words on our paper

2007-08-18 13:51:18 · 9 answers · asked by shadow_knight150 1

Ode to a Mole

In that dark hole,
Mole was a miss
In that love/hate thang
Death was a kiss
Hang yourself Judas!
You pushbutton abuse us,
You take our fond wishes,
And simply get vicious.

A li'l roley poley
A sweet guaca-moley
She terrorized farmer
But no troll should harm her

Too bad that the misery
Should love that sad company
You blasted...you bled her
I n'er shall forget her.

Memories? I gottem,
When I see a fat bottom,
I cannot avenge thee
Butt, honor your memory
A hank of mole bone
And a hunk of blue hair
To me, just like Elvis,
You are everywhere.

RIP....Moley
August 18th 2007

2007-08-18 13:27:16 · 7 answers · asked by Monsieur Recital Vinyliste 6

2007-08-18 12:29:03 · 3 answers · asked by we_r_nd1000 1

Where?

I walked in the room and saw the casket displayed,

I went and I stood where the body was laid,

A shell in the coffin was all that was there,

The person it belonged to was gone, but to where?

A spiritual place only one can rest in the end,

Believing it’s real and true and not just pretend,

Looking inside yourself to see doubt and fear,

Knowing you have to go on with life year after year,

As time goes by you learn to live with the pain,

My grief will not control me because there is nothing to gain,

2007-08-18 09:31:38 · 12 answers · asked by Lynnemarie 6

doing a project so im just curious

2007-08-18 06:43:23 · 12 answers · asked by Trickster 1

The past is a memory.
The future a guess.
The begining and end of time
...is now.

2007-08-18 06:07:32 · 3 answers · asked by Phoenix Quill 7

Freedom of Speech expressing yourself freely writing down pain,strife from inside, letting the reader know how you feel
showing yourself the inside of you.

2007-08-18 05:28:07 · 9 answers · asked by Black&Beautiful 1

Freedom of Speech expressing yourself freely writing down pain,strife from inside, letting the reader know how you feel
showing yourself the inside of you.

2007-08-18 05:27:53 · 7 answers · asked by Black&Beautiful 1

Mist on the moor
Shrouds the boatmen,
Have they come to loot or linger,
I point a finger, and wail the alarming call.

Men behind masks
Hide intentions,
As I listen, friend or foe unsignaled,
I raise my pistol, a fist full of lead is my answer.

Cease fire you oaf!
It’s the Lord Mayors boat!
I throw down my gun, and run for a mile,
All the while, knowing I cannot go home again.

2007-08-18 03:43:51 · 7 answers · asked by FROGGIE 2

its titled--'silent night' and written by a 15 year old

Dark and deep stretches the night,
Silentily stilled by the pale moonlight,
Broken moonbeams fall through the leaves,
And silent dreams each life weaves.

Trees stirred by a gentle breeze,
A bird's song shatters the peace.
Then quiet reigns once more,
Tranquility seeps in through an open door.

An endless blanket of the dark,
Covered by a million sparks,
A silent light is guiding the clouds,
Swept by the wind,as if clearing all doubts.

Wisps of smoke in the air,
Tended to,with loving care,
Carried away they are by a sudden gust,
A goodbye to familiarity,now a must

A landscape so silent,yet so serene,
And then the peaks on which the sky leans,
Are kissed by a rosy glow,
The clear dawn ,beautiful and slow.

2007-08-18 01:51:39 · 21 answers · asked by NATALIE 3

This was for poems specifically. TD will be taking a few weeks off from YA. For those of you that frequent this board, I see nothing offensive in his poems, anyone else see the point behind this harrassment? Thoughts, am I missing something here?

2007-08-18 01:49:21 · 3 answers · asked by Todd 7

It came upon the same time
In a distant neighborhood
Lived a man of honest rhyme
The man truly understood

Funny and thoughtful was he
Open to share emotion
Brave enough for poetry
The man of calm commotion

A happenstance connection
From a melody of tones
Entered my soul reflection
The man with dinosaur bones

2007-08-18 01:15:20 · 10 answers · asked by Marguerite 7

I placed a rose upon her hair
and placed my hand upon her knee
and as we breathed the summer air
she returned the rose to me

What exactly is the point. Rose is virginity? Summer of life?

2007-08-17 22:29:32 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

See I'm really slow and dumb and can't think of anything to write in a poem, but I want to show her that I love her so someone please just tell me a poem that you think will be a good poem to give her. Thank You

2007-08-17 20:12:58 · 10 answers · asked by shismerf 1