2007-02-04 18:30:29 · 11 answers · asked by ibid 3 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
"The Purple Lake of Desolation" by The Onion
The purple lake of desolation
Is where I am.
Everywhere is purple
The color of loneliness
Who sent me here?
Was it my parents?
Was it my ex-best friend?
Or was it you?
The purple lake of desolation
Goes on to infinity
There is nothing but sadness
To be had here
The purple lake of desolation
Is a terrible place
But now for the surprise
- It is just my life.
2007-02-04 18:31:56 · answer #1 · answered by Mickey Mouse Spears 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
"The Pain of Love" By: Michael Carter
The Pain of Love
The distance between us is growing
Like shadows from a sunset
This hurts so much knowing
That she’ll just simply forget.
Now I do know
What’s really meant for me
No love to show
To be broken like debris
I have come so far
For nothing but a dream
She was my guiding star
But now I just want to scream
Why did it have to end this way?
Why was I so wrong?
She just threw my love away
She didn’t love me all along.
Now I sit right here
Singing this sad little song
Wishing my pain to disappear
And find where I belong.
-It is based on my experience when ime and my bf got broke up...
2007-02-04 18:58:53 · answer #2 · answered by jerriemae 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Edgar Allen Poes The Bells
2007-02-05 06:28:55 · answer #3 · answered by Robert L G 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Thee Was Blood Upon The Parachute
2007-02-04 18:37:06 · answer #4 · answered by syrious 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sylvia Platt The Bell Jar!!!
The Dead
By Sylvia Platt
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed,
Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes,
Dead men render love and war no heed,
Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe.
No spiritual Caesars are these dead;
They want no proud paternal kingdom come;
And when at last they blunder into bed
World-wrecked, they seek only oblivion.
Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep,
These bone shanks will not wake immaculate
To trumpet-toppling dawn of doomstruck day :
They loll forever in colossal sleep;
Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up
From their fond, final, infamous decay.
Dear Sylvia Platt,
Hi my name is Cesar Cora and I'm writing to respond to your poem The Dead. I feel it describes death in the eyes of a person who is depressed and lonely. I know your history and I know that you have gone through many problems and in a way I can see how you could feel this way about death. I like the contrast you made between death and Caesar's or someone who is powerful and wants kingdoms. I feel death is in a way a terrible thing because it's the end of life and no one likes and end unless it's happy. In some ways I agree with you in a way. Well That's all I have to say and i hope you continue with your strong poems.
Sincerely Cesar Cora
2007-02-04 18:34:47 · answer #5 · answered by Lilly 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
"Demain dès l'aube" by Victor Hugo, though that's more about grief.
"Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, though that's more about guilt.
Not a poem, but the composer Franz Schubert said "Whenever I attempted to sing of love it turned to pain. When I tried to sing of pain it turned to love."
2007-02-05 05:57:34 · answer #6 · answered by Matt G 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Mother to Son, by Langston Hughes
2007-02-04 18:32:12 · answer #7 · answered by scruffycat 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
If Cash's cover of Hurt counts as poetry then Hurt.
2007-02-04 18:32:06 · answer #8 · answered by espnfan4now 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
pain.. pain...
go away...
don't come back another day......
or Johnny Cash - Hurt
OR R.E.M - Everyboy hurts
Wait they are songs... ehh i don't know any poems
2007-02-04 18:33:38 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
life is pain
2007-02-04 18:32:42 · answer #10 · answered by tracy 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋