Poetry

Here is an excerpt from a poem. I like the poem. I can't find the complete text. My mother wrote it, but she is now very sick and I may never find the original, although I believe it was published:

"The heart has hunger of its own,
That cannot be assuaged,
By rote, or rule, or numbered page."

If you do feel you can interpret it, let me know what you think of it as well. Please remember my mother wrote it, and it would be really lame if you were to leave a stupid or sarcastic remark (as a very small percentage of yahoo answer people do).

2007-08-17 19:32:42 · 12 answers · asked by holacarinados 4

And if you know how many poems they wrote, please tell me that as well. I'm a poet myself, and I am curious to find out who holds this record. I'm not in a race or anything of the like; I simply like to know the facts, especially when it concerns my field of interest.

2007-08-17 18:21:17 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

Just one more, please

One more kiss from you soft, supple lips
One more hug from your strong, understanding arms
One more whisper from your honest, stable words
Just one more touch from your graceful, loving fingertips....

An Original By:
Ally Cooper

2007-08-17 17:06:58 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Don't You See

You look at me
but all you see is what you want
You don't like what I am
What I have become
You once I'll Love You FOREVER
Why did forever end
Don't you see
I do it for me, not you
As my mother I thought, surely you would understand
High hopes I guess
I thought to myself, why doesn't she care
You don't see them
The tears I cry
I try to hide them from the world
but everyone sees
Everyone except you
I tried so hard to be a good little girl
You just didn't look
Don't you see
I am still your same daughter
I just got older
smarter
You don't see
Why do I try
I just to hear from you lips
Just once more
I love you sweetie, more than the moon
Don't you see
All I want is my mommy

An Original By:
ally Cooper

2007-08-17 17:02:21 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

This poem is as follows:
I cringe as I feel the tingle of your touch!
You burn my skin, yet I know that soon I will
feel the pain no more! Like a rabbit that
must hide in the hole, I hang my head in
shame, yet i know you will cleanse my
brain! My mind fills with a rush and you
have an etherical quality that gives me
a sense of soothing! Now, the feelings
wash over me like a wave washes over
the sand, and I feel only pleasure and no
more pain! Ah! Bliss and joy fill my veins
and seem to speak to me, saying, "We
are your one true love!" Yet, I know it is
all a facade and a lie, yet I can't deny the
everlasting feeling of euphoria!! As I close
my eyes and fall into the other side, I feel
no pain, at least for now!! But, I know it is
all a lie!

2007-08-17 16:13:54 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Alone.

Alone is where you left me.
By myself broken inside.
No one there to help,
to ease the pain.
Betrayed and lost,
hopeless and alone.
I sit in the night
surrounded by the darkness,
right where you left me.
By myself broken and lost,
waiting to be found.
~Leigh~

So what do you think of it?

2007-08-17 15:56:11 · 7 answers · asked by Beaver 2

Dearest Mom

Words are simple and unjust when trying to capture how I feel,
My love for you is truly that great, of which any ceiling is incapable to bound,
No mistakes, no missteps, no words tinged of threat make me hesitate to adore what you have accomplished,
My heart swells with pain when you hurt and brims with joy when you delight,
Your successes are my inspirations and your never-hold-your-head-down failures are my fuel to persevere,
I understand how much you try to mold me into the person who is the product of your ideals,
Just know in your soul, I try to be magnificent, even though I fall short of stellar and good feels,
To that of my imperfections, you are so forgiving, yet remain firm in your mission,
I will neither fail you nor waver in my determination when striving to be my best,
And you, perhaps the only person on earth, have the utmost faith in me and for that and so much more I lovingly promise to never bruise our tender affection

2007-08-17 13:55:59 · 7 answers · asked by Yikes! 1

Street Lights, City Lights, Night Lights
This is the life.
Running 'round, admist the sounds
Children playing, adulthood yelling
Paining, laughing, everything in between
Culturize, behind my eyes I see
Pure simplicity, within the tranquilities
of the ever so calming star lights.
Diversity, individuality, the components
Of the newer life and generation
that surrounds me.
And they run around, and they scream and shout
And they fall down, get back up
Knowing what it's like to mess up
That's the life, of making a life.

...thats what i have so far what do you guys think....???....anyone help?...any add on's....etc would be helpful, please. thanks.

2007-08-17 11:53:37 · 9 answers · asked by KrZy 1

My school has a poetry contest and I want to enter it. Which poem of mine would you think would be better to enter?

This one:
http://groups.msn.com/HeartbrokenFovever/shatteredmemories.msnw

Or this one:
http://groups.msn.com/HeartbrokenFovever/yourwebpage.msnw

If you look threw the group and prefer another poem to enter, please tell me.

2007-08-17 11:41:03 · 9 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

It's called "What a Men Would Do For A Women"

After months of being away.
A husband woken up really early,
Hardly getting any sleep,
And drove to the nearest flower store
To buy a dozen bouquets of a dozen flowers.
He had just found out that his wife was alright
After a car crash that nearly took her life.
After he brought a dozen bouquets of a dozen flowers,
He drove to a chocolate store
And bought a whole lot of chocolate.
Then,he drove to a teddy bear store nearby.
There,he bought one three foot tall teddy bear,
With the arms holding a heart in the front of the bear that said "I love you"
And twelve mini teddy bears.
He then drove back home.
At his house,
He set the kitchen table up:
Against the wall with the three foot teddy bear in the middle of the table,
The twelve mini teddy bears surrounded the three foot bear,
With the eleven of the dozen bouquets of flowers.
The chocolate was spread out between the spots that had nothing in them.

2007-08-17 11:20:11 · 4 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

people because they look soft and are soft

2007-08-17 10:47:19 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

A steady handprint assures a shaky awakening
Nurtures and channels a new-born quickening
The indelible signature heartens a springing courage
The fledgling composes an imaginative personage

A calm excitement ensues and expresses new delight
Treasures held dear, yet rushing, accelerating others insight
Barriers overcome, flooding a passage through a broken dam
Find uncompromising expression in truth, reality, and idealism

With thankfulness I humbly devote a recent discovery
A love of words and rhyme, a message of delivery
To those who listen with hearts opening and engrossed
The thoughts of this transformed dreamer who once was lost

2007-08-17 08:22:44 · 7 answers · asked by Marguerite 7

2007-08-17 02:12:06 · 8 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6

ok i wrote this poem tell me if u like it

I'm sick of crying

tired of trying

ya i'm smiling

but inside i'm

DYING

2007-08-16 17:20:08 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

Stormy heart, blackened eyes.
Home torn apart under rainy skies.
Little one asks, "Why does Mommy cry?"
Big sister's answer, "I don't know why."
Yet Mommy stays and tells herself lies.
"It will get better." But still Mommy cries.

Stormy night. "No more," Mommy said.
Home torn apart, and now Mommy's dead.
They took Daddy away
from where she had bled.
Little one asks, "Why did Mommy die?"
Big sister's answer, "I don't know why,
but now Daddy's gone and Mommy won't cry."

2007-08-16 17:03:56 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

"Some Day without Memories"

What is the point of a memory,
If it can be tangled and maimed,
In to a mendacious truth that influences everything
All movements, all cognitive vibrations,
They intertwine with motivation, dreams, hopes.

As I grow, aging so slowly,
Forgetfulness devours my brain
And I praise those imperfections.
For memories should not run free
Untamed and unaccounted for.

Eventually memories become futile
For they have no purpose in this event called life
He tells me to wait, wait for what we will have
If the future is all we can grasp
What is the point of memories?

2007-08-16 14:42:35 · 6 answers · asked by eamc55 2

SLEEP OVER FUN

"Why is Jill here, in the middle of the night son?"
"We were just having some fun"

(Eight monthes later)

Now look what you did to me JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Um correct me if im wrong but jack and jill are bf and gf right and this poem has emotion and feeling (it has anger) so its a poem so HA!

2007-08-16 13:05:06 · 3 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

a smile is usually on my face everyday

but things you say make it go away



with you i used to be so happy

but now you just make me feel crappy



you used to make me have butterflies

now you just put tears in my eyes



your dry sense of humor never presented itself to me

but now thats all i see



i guess i hurt you at falls creek

but i didn't think the pain would last for 3 whole weeks



you like to go through my calls

which isn't nosy at all?



you blame my brother from super summer

which i didn't know you were spying on me undercover



making wishes at 11:11 will never be the same

and neither will the human knot game



stalking is what i feel like your doing

i guess its my password to my texts that i will be redoing



i really don't know what made me write this letter

maybe its the fact that you freaked out when i said i don't want to be together



or maybe its the "datable girl" you supposedly made me into, coming out in me

or what you "didn't get out of the relationship" is all that you see



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Hey everyone...thanks for reading my poem!! i just got out of a relationship and i needed to let it all out..please tell me what you guys think.... =) thanks..


love.

2007-08-16 12:04:22 · 6 answers · asked by bella. 1

As you lay your sympathetic head on my tired, yet broken shoulder,

The seeds of warmth are grown within my damaged chamber.

Unleash the mist of glory.
Make my ego bolder.
As if we watched a vivid story.
I wish the time went slower...

When I heard you speak, I gained nothing but your wisdom.

When I felt your friendly presence, the world was ruled by a caring Kingdom.

While the time by passes & calls for need,

I climb the mountain, with force & strength, indeed.

Now...

I know that I can & I will,

because I have dominant power of will.

So come and feel my pulse with pride & dignity,

For the sake of what I call, an Empathy...

2007-08-16 11:08:14 · 5 answers · asked by Cry with care and love 1

"the Seafarer" is not an easy poem to understand. One critic has said that almost any theory can be made to explain its meaning. What is tour theory? What main idea do you think the poet intends to convey? In your prewrting, list the carious thoughts and feelings the poet expresses in the poem.

2007-08-16 10:58:24 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

Be honest! I usually write short stories but i feel poetry is such a dramatically amazing way to show how you feel and get right to the point! Enjoy.

Real Reality

Why do we not think,
About all those people who live on the brink?
All those people who live for others
On one knee and protecting their brothers.
If we would live like life should be
Living in a strong reality,
Knowing the truth that if we all stand tall
The foundation we stand on will never fall.
How come our brothers are crying?
Why are so many people dying?
Are we to weak to take a stand
Or just don't care about another’s land?
With all this music, partying and show
It's no wonder so many of us will never know
That nations are crying
Starving and dying.
Become a giver to the needy
Since we all have turned so greedy.
Turn your deaf ears to hear
The mournful cries, that do draw near.

2007-08-16 10:25:24 · 8 answers · asked by phitchic989 3

I need a nice message or a poem to write in a wedding card for a friend's wedding. Do any of you know any nice messages??

2007-08-16 10:06:46 · 5 answers · asked by ¸.•*´`*•.¸ ℓανєη∂єr ¸.•*´`*•.¸ 6

For Every Shade of People
By Semper Fi 83 - 8/16/07

You are every shade of love,
An endless bouquet of different persons.
Like love,
In endless versions.
You're more popular than iPhone,
With free text.
Like a math quiz to a savant,
Not complex,
But variant,
In many complexed variations.
Thank God for the nations!

And for every shade of people!

2007-08-16 09:27:55 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous

I enjoy reading poetry very much its probably one of my favorite pass times. I have recently read Walt Whitman's Leaves Of Grass which was amazing and Richard Wilbur's Collected Poems which was ok not exactly my taste. I need to find some poets more like Poe or possibly E.E. Cummings. I want to read something deep, refreshing, realistic, or admirable. Something that makes you dig deep within yourself to find it's meaning. Please if you have any subjestions let me know thanks and God Bless.

2007-08-16 08:36:16 · 7 answers · asked by comedylovinggirl 1

best answer if you share.......:)

2007-08-16 08:32:06 · 11 answers · asked by Jamni@ 3

i'm only 15 and trying to make it where my dreams sit beside me. but my only talent is writing poetry i write alot i'm an avid writer. i could write about anyone or anything any topic you give me i can write it but i need some help with geting noticed.

2007-08-16 08:26:29 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

i want to become a famous poet and songwriter but first i need someone to buy my poetry. it dosn't matter who...anyone! i need the money so i can help my mother she is in a real bad area and i would like to move her up to upperclass living so if you can help buy my poems i'm sure god would really bless you!

2007-08-16 08:06:12 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

My body’s bruised and my feet are sore,
And what I’ve seen would shake your core,
Then I see the yellow air,
I stand as straight as my necks’ hair,
‘Gas boys! Put your gas masks on’
I look and see my mask is gone,
You could not draw, you could not trace,
The look of horror on my face,
My world disintegrates in a fizz,
But, Karl, my best friend gives me his,
I try to push his mask away,
Unable to find the words to say,
So he puts it on me by himself,
And in a last farewell he says, ‘Good health.’
He says ‘If I can’t make it through’
‘I wish that I’d be shot by you’
‘And don’t you feel guilt when I die’
I try my hardest not to cry,
‘I’ll watch you from the skies my friend’
‘Just pleased to help delay your end’
I watch the evil mists roll in,
I am the devil sick of sin,
And then the mist surrounds us all,
And through the fog I see him fall,
He tries to rise, to stand again,
Watched by horror-stricken men,
As in a sea I watch him drown,
He struggles up then sinks back down,
All the soldiers hold their tongues,
As froth seeps from corrupted lungs,
And eyes roll up, down, either side,
He splutters as if his throat is tied,
But then I see as clear as the sun,
His eyes flick over everyone,
And rest on me, within the crowd,
I try yet fail to scream out loud,
Staggering over his eyes bulge with pain,
He grabs my hand and says my name,
Falls to the floor, wishing he was dead,
I take out my gun and shoot his head.

2007-08-16 07:44:21 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

“Look at me “
Cant you see? I’m perfectly
Imperfect.

I may have a smile that’s brighter than
Day and possess what might
Seem to be a definite indefinable amount of poise .

But deep down beneath the tough exterior
of my façade I’m crying oh so uncontrollably,
waiting For that day that ill be able to find my self
and just be happy to be me.

Life is stress in its self …..
7 O’ Clock wake the kids get them off to School but remind them
No matter what 1’s says to you stay strong in every thing they do and
Mama will always love you but at the same time realizing the torment
They might be going through……

8 O’ Clock get ready for work (mentally) which actually means
get ready for a day of *** kissing and to be talked and gossiped about
but only with a Smile on your face and not a thing to say
through out the entire dam day.

11 ’clock at work thinking about the kids and wondering what their doing
As your rudely interrupted by you coworker wit the ?

2007-08-16 07:24:09 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

I've been writing poetry for awhile. I'm so frusterated with it. My ryhme is forced. My grammar is aweful. I would just like some tips (one's that don't tell me to stop writing). Maybe some books that people found helpful.

thanks in advance

2007-08-16 06:56:06 · 6 answers · asked by pretty little liar 6