Poetry

[♥]Can I have a lot of answers plzz!!!?
*I'm 14
*I have BAD writer's block when a topic is thrown @ me.
*I hate poetry sometimes, especially when I have to write it.
*I had to do an ode peom...topic is the 'beach'.
*I know it kinda sucks, so you don't have to tell me LOL...just say what I should change and if you thinks it's okay.

Ode to the Beach

Sand
Seashells
Jellyfish
Shore
Water
Seagulls
Sun
Sandcastles
Ocean
Fish

The water hits the shore
As the seagulls fly overhead
The sand covers the ground
Like a broad bedspread

On the sand, seashells sprawl
With the jellyfish that were swept
By the waves, out of the ocean
Where they once slept.

The sun sits above the water
Like a big yellow sphere
It warms the beachgoers
And the boardwalk that stands near.

The peerless sandcastles
And the appealing palm trees
The myriad fish in the sea,
This is why I adore the beach.

2007-08-13 17:27:06 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-08-13 15:25:51 · 10 answers · asked by john 2

My hair must be just so,
Clothes, just check the tags,
My reputations everything,
I cant be seen in rags.

Perfection, look no further,
This is why I reign,
Queen bee of my little hive,
All ruled by one brain.

I do not see the way I act,
Speaks of what's ahead,
Ripples turning into waves,
For karma must be fed.

Power can be toxic,
Especially in a clique,
When you're hurting out of pleasure,
Preying on the meek.

Superficial measurements,
Don't speak of what is real,
Unless of course you look inside,
At weakness you conceal.

Yes it's nice to be admired,
Or be part of the pack,
But poplar's not pretty,
When it stabs you in the back.


do you like the poem i wrote ?? 1-10?

2007-08-13 14:45:06 · 8 answers · asked by Kelli-Anne h 1

The second hand was dying. . .
Or so I thought to be.
The world was on a stand-still,
Nightmares won't set me free

Light crept along the border
And just within times reach-
My hand cast out few hopes
To an ever-ebbing beach

Yet patience is a virtue
Time has yet to learn.
Pulling tricks upon your mind
Find quite hard to discern

So quietly, just wait for it
And foretell this if you must,
But unattained triumph
Is a thing you shouldn't trust

For now with every thought
And each new foggy dream. . .
You might discover, that
Hope is not what it may seem.



any ideas for a title/what do you think??? =]thanks.

2007-08-13 14:28:45 · 4 answers · asked by Em 2

I was chatting with a online friend one night and sharing memories....he shared one of fireflies with me....I myself have never in all my life seen a firefly. After talking some more ...i asked hime ......"Nwo...sounds like a poem in there somewhere...mind if i try to write one?"
...he said "Sure go for it!
This is what i wrote .......

Fireflies
On a cold Winter Night....
A man remembers a time of a boy in the warmth of summer
of catching fireflies to make a special light
Dancing in the forest to a silent ceremony in the night
the young boys' heart sings in the memory of time.

The boy is all grown and now in the time of a Man
He sees their flight leading toward extinction
A fear that time will show a fading light in the darkness
Yet the boy that still exists in the heart, he sings
Sings a hearts' song of time in the memory

A warming Heart Song
nothing can take that away...not even time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peace and Love to all
R.R.B.

2007-08-13 14:15:40 · 6 answers · asked by RobinRedBear 3

this one is REALLY violent in nature...




"DEADLY THOUGHTS"
I will kill you when you sleep
promise it'll be that last thing you see.
my blade
cutting down
into your face.
Slice your throat ear to ear
scream while you choke is what i'll hear.
this knife
sliding 'cross your neck
ending your life.
Stabbing in & out of your body
multiple wounds with my butterfly
killing you harshly
so with every victim i
temporally escape this reality!

2007-08-13 13:16:55 · 4 answers · asked by Anarchist Skywalker 7

want to create a christenning bomboniere with a picture of my baby girl holding a flower. and i need a poem to attach to it. please help

2007-08-13 13:03:57 · 4 answers · asked by hello pussycat 2

I was browsing through the metaphysical section a few years ago at Border and came across a book which I do not remember the name of.... but it had a rather good poem near the front about Wicca and Christianity and about the burnings.... sorry I have no more to go on but I thought it was well written and interesting... any help would be appreciated! Thanks!

2007-08-13 12:46:30 · 2 answers · asked by M Q 2

I've just made these up on the spot !

Comedy One:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I can't write poems
Soooo....
Nice T*TS

Proper Poem:

I gazed into space
Knowing you were thinking of me
You have a pretty face
Looking at you, just makes my heart bleed

You lie there
Gazing into my eyes
Your Soft as a teddy bear
Looking at you, just makes my heart bleed

Your beautiful cherry lips
With drops of rain running down your face
It's amazing that i don't even care about your bits
Looking at you, just makes my heart bleed

Looking at you, just makes my heart bleed
Looking at you, just makes my heart bleed


Comment on add - ons and tweaks !

2007-08-13 12:07:51 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Tion


Situation

With

Desperation

Leads to

Temptation.

Complication

In

Acceleration

Leads to a

Revelation.

Revelation

Or

Hallucination

Seems to be a

Combination.

Combination

To a

Destination of annihilation



Do you think I should add more stuff whats your opinion

2007-08-13 11:32:48 · 8 answers · asked by Evangelist 3

The Gift Outright


The land was ours before we were the land’sShe was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were her people. She was oursIn Massachusetts, in Virginia,But we were England’s, still colonials,Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,Possessed by what we now no more possessed.Something we were withholding made us weakUntil we found out that it was ourselvesWe were withholding from our land of living,And forthwith found salvation in surrender.Such as we were we gave ourselves outright(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)To the land vaguely realizing westward,But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,Such as she was, such as she will become.


in 5-7 sentences please!

2007-08-13 09:40:54 · 2 answers · asked by spongebobzgurll 2

To look at the sky
and Wow all that flys by?
To understand the absolute beauty of nature
or do we just ponder why?

I wish I could be home
and with my dolphins and friends
the white sand
with me until the end.

It seems like forever since I last
felt the sand
or smelt the flowers from the land.

My heart is lonely
I miss what I have come to know
and the ever pressing memories
I am being told I must let go.

But some days I live in prejudice
and simple as it may seem
I am outraged at what it all means.
A boyfriend who lives and shares despair
and me pretending to be not there.

I am a dreamer and truly believe
that despite the adversity another leave
an acorn, a branch a tree will grow and fall

As my life changes I take it all in
from the squirell to the acorn so my life
it will move on I I shall continue to find the LIGHT.

2007-08-13 09:12:08 · 5 answers · asked by Mele Kai 6

I was thinking of a girl who I had become attached to, and she didn't feel the same way. I just wonder if she ever thinks about the stuff we used to do together. The poem is too big to fit in here, so pleas take the time to check it out at

http://nick.klim.googlepages.com/losingyou

If you want to read some more, I wrote anthother one, check it out here. I think it's a bit better.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070813060728AA6mbiv&pa=FYd1D2bwHTHwLL1mFeo_RUKgfD0_CYMLhUz.OqM7AIz5Ag--&paid=asked&msgr_status=

2007-08-13 08:19:27 · 3 answers · asked by GiantFan 1

shes gone

now shes gone, and you wish you were there to stop her
maybe shes miles away from everything you tried to discover
she was the mystery of your thoughts, the road that found no ending
would she come back to you? wasn't she just pretending?
you dont know where she went, but she was never coming back.
so many memories were unfinished, you started to lose track.
you knew the time was coming, she had to move on, so did you.
she liked the way you used to sit on her steps at night watching a sky of blue.
you wouldn't leave until she came home, even if the night was over.
you stood with open eyes always, whether you were happy or sober.
she used to look into your eyes, take your hand, blow you away.
you wanted to say goodbye to her, but it was too late.
you thought everything was fine, but she was never going to wait for you.
get your things, forget her smile. you should move on too

2007-08-13 07:52:26 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

So I'm looking for poems to have recited at my wedding. I'm a HUGE Edgar Allen Poe fan- (before you go Oh my God that is so morbid to have Poe read at your wedding- read it first)


Thou wouldst be loved?— then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love- a simple duty.

So, I'm most defintely going to use this one, does anyone have any suggestions for others? Doesn't have to be Poe.

2007-08-13 07:52:05 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

pity

The wind blows down on hallowed ground,
Wiping clean all I remember.
The sadness I feel crush my heart,
All thats left just ash and cinder.

How many times will I look back,
Upon the waste I call my youth.
Twisted and broken, yet still I peek,
At the life I knew, black as sin.

Pity I don't need, some, they think I do,
I just need to be understood.
Take back my life from his dark grip,
All I need is just time to heal.

Don't doubt the love I shower down,
On my gorgeous San Juan angel.
She the one who returns my love,
And never once doubts my intentions.

2007-08-13 06:06:18 · 3 answers · asked by The Dark Prince 3

This is not the first time I have sumitted a question to yahoo and yet to recieve an answer in my mail?So whats up with this little game page?

2007-08-13 05:59:34 · 8 answers · asked by wolfdancernthemoonlight 1

Set me free , even just for an hour ,
I don’t want to just sit there when you do and wonder what I’m feeling,
Every day I deem to understand, my consolation
One never knows the pleasures of being blind,
I can see you, I can hear you,
I’m alive in an eerie way,
There is nothing more embarrassing than a blighted heart,
And no matter where I look I find no pity at my doorstep,
Everyone seems to cash in their tokens just fine,
I believe there was a time when I had a pocket full,
I laughed pleasurably, in the company of a mirror image,
Who looked like a star,
I took all my tokens out from my pocket and to the devil I pledged my soul,
I’m as dark as the demons, for I too have a heart of gold,
A heart of gold in chains, and the key lies in the belly of the beast,
My mind like an open notebook,
Has run out of another clean sheet,
I’d love to write something good,
Read these lines when you begin your journey,
Remember to keep your tokens, they should last you till the end of your days,
No one wants to fight the war, the everlasting pull,
Don’t jump out of your skin
Set me free, even just for an hour …

2007-08-13 04:59:52 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-08-13 03:19:22 · 3 answers · asked by ImInLove 1

It's too big to fit here, please take the time to read it, I'm rather proud of it.

http://nick.klim.googlepages.com/simplybecause

2007-08-13 02:07:28 · 7 answers · asked by GiantFan 1

Roses are red,
Violets are too.

I'm so lonely,
I wish i were you.

I'm looking for love,
In all the wrong places.

I've had my share of heartbreak,
Bruised ego, lost fortune, and wages.

2007-08-13 00:26:58 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

I’m in my world right now and the fairies have been let lose,
2 shoot!
All the people who have said I don’t believe,
Start to grieve.
The petite delicate wings start to droop,
And the non believers start to whoop.
I scoop the fairies up into my hand,
And make a stand.
I say fairies always help,
But when they start to yelp,
You all run out.
I take them back to my world to heal,
But one day they’ll be back to steal.
Steal all those who kill!

2007-08-13 00:16:56 · 23 answers · asked by Katja ie tattybow 1

Cold, wet leaves beneath my feet
As I wander along an autumn road
The wind blows, whispering to me
And I'm still unsure of where I go
As I walk on, I hear a hushed voice
My dark love beckons me further on
His enchanting aura blinds my mind
Until I awake and break the spell
Something inside begs me to leave
But curiousity get the best of me
I continue on this path, still alone
Then feel his eyes burning my soul
I begin walking faster, heart pounding
This new fear overcomes my heart
Rushing on, I fall to the dark ground
Wishing now that I'd turned around
His weight crashes onto my body
I scream and fight much to no avail
My white dress stained and torn
He forces his way inside of me
Then takes a knife from nearby
Tears run down my dirty cheeks
I know that soon, I shall die
Cold steel goes through my heart
And the horrid man finally leaves
A blood-covered woman now dead
Will haunt his soul for eternity.

2007-08-12 17:40:25 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Waking Up

They have not affected me at all,
They have just...been there,
I was dead to them,
They could not reach me,
I was too busy building my wall,
Didnt have time to care at all,
Was alive but never living,
shutting my doors so tightly,
I became a prisonor of my own fortress,
Never felt so alone,
I have become my worst enemy.

2007-08-12 16:43:21 · 11 answers · asked by ? 5

'your eyes shine bright like the headlights of one million speeding cars. i'm obsessed with crashing into you.'

where is that from? i can't find it anywhere!

2007-08-12 14:55:47 · 2 answers · asked by N 2

Have you ever be in love?
I haven’t.
Either do I want to.
It does not seem like a pleasant thing.
One minute,
You can feel like a hummingbird on an early Sunday morning,
Peacefully chirping away at the morning sun.
The next minute,
You can feel like one of these innocent people
That was on one of those hijacked plans
That crashed into the towers in New York City.
One minute,
You can be treated like a flower in a garden:
Always watered, always looked at, and always cared for.
The next minute,
You can be treated like the homeless person on the corner:
No money, no one to live with, never had been cared for.
One minute,
You can be Princess Diane:
Always loved, hardly ever criticize, and always been listened to.
The next minute,
You can be a cold-harded person:
Never been loved, never been called beautiful, and never been looked at twice.
From the reasons above,
Moreover, other reasons that would make this poem too long,
I do not want to be in love.

2007-08-12 14:06:33 · 5 answers · asked by Ashley M 1

Photography is like a cover for things that don't want to be seen.
It can be of reality or about someone’s dream.
You can expose the truth or let the negatives develop.
[INSERT YOUR ANSWER HERE. Please have an ending that rhymes with develop]

2007-08-12 10:35:54 · 9 answers · asked by impishivy94 1

Guilty about chocolate pudding
A convicted serial eater
As charged overcooked fish
On probation for dirty dish
Jury out on jelly with fruit
Magistrate licked my plate.

2007-08-12 08:02:49 · 7 answers · asked by Baroness von green putty 2

Bearing in mind that I've never study poetry before could you tell me how would you compare and contrast two poems using terms such as Rhythm, form, meter, sound & communication. I've read Seven Centuries of Poetry in English by John Leonard p.567-586 assuming that it might help and was tough to understand. I am struggling to understand most of the poems I've read so far let along comparing/contrasting them.

I specially like to hear from someone who struggle like me but managed to overcome.

I am facinated by hearing the wonderful world of poetry and envy those who enjoy the blissfulness of poetry. I want to go there too but already tired without knowing where to turn.

2007-08-12 04:00:05 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Since I of Carthage have been queen
I've been the slave of nicotine
Tobacco's been my constant need
I've always felt compelled to feed
A cigarette between my lips
My lungs betarred with lethal drips
But now, this crutch I want no more
There will be no white *** behind my door!

PS When I tried to post this, I noticed that Yahoo! inexplicably censored the word after "white" in last line- an innocent British slang term for "cigarette".
It should of course be "flag" with the 2nd letter removed.
I suspect that the programme writers were from America, where this word has a quite different, derogatory meaning

2007-08-12 03:15:49 · 5 answers · asked by jay58 1