tell me a poem about anything?

Question

i'm writing poem forreading and writing class

Answer 1

The burglar crept out from his hole,
His bag of chink, he chunk,
And many a wicked smile, he smole,
And many a wink, he wunk

I read it in an annual when I was about eight and, try as I might, I have still not forgotten it more than fifty years later!

Answer 2

Listen to your heart and soul, and you will hear the music playing your own melody. Words flow with a rhythm only you may understand, but if written with the flow, others will love and appreciate it. I took a poetry class once, and the instructor had us take a line from another poem, and build from there. All you need to do is begin, and it will take a life of its own. Try to do your own, and not someone else's. It may be one of the most trasformative things you have ever done, as well as finding a creative outlet.

Answer 3

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other:then
laugh,leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis
e.e. cummings

Answer 4

If you're looking for a poem to write about try this one, if you're feeling really miserable and want to analyse one of the greatest pieces of war poetry -

Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
-Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.


What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds

Answer 5

Is it that you want to know of a poem so you can write about it? Okay, I have one for you. "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley 1949. Look it up and you should be able to find it. I have to write about it for homework...fun....

Answer 6

here is my poem, it is called "I miss you" and it is copyrighted :-) but feel free to use it as your homework.


I miss your voice, I miss your eyes
Without you my soul dies!
I would agree forever burn in hell,
Just to see you once again.

There is no thing I wouldn't do
Just to spend some time with you
And it hurts to think that maybe
I will never see you, baby!

If that is supposed to be
There is no sense to live for me
You are in my heart forever
That is why i will forget you never.

Answer 7

umm how about.........
22 kisses and,
22 hugs equals
44 nights of making love
my bf wrote that for me

Answer 8

mano to micheeeeeeee ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh

Answer 9

roses are red
violets are blue
i love chad
and he loves me too!!! ♥♥♥