Anyone have some (non-rhyming) poetry?

Question

that would take about 7-7 1/2 minutes to present, (longer > shorter)
i need something appropriate (no dirty things or anything), preferably with a strong mood.

Answer 1

Try the Alfred Lord Tennyson version of "Ulysses" in which Ulysses talks about his boredom at home after 20 years of adventuring and his desire to sail the seas again leaving the ruling of his country to his son Telemachus. It's definitely not rhyming, it has a very strong mood and is completely acceptable in any setting. I've attached the SparkNotes site below which will give you not only the poem but a good, simple analysis of it.

Answer 2

An Artists Inspiration.
By: me (Kristina Aleynikov) age:11



the sun is shining its beautiful stare
it shows us the world ahead
once the sun shines
you find yourself in a deep trance
you don't know where you are going
and what you are going to do when you get there
you find yourself thinking about
things you've never thought of before
and not long after that your imagination unwinds
soon fairies and goblins
begin to be pictured in your mind
you see that this is the perfect opportunity to
find yourself in the world of your own imagination
you begin to see things you've never seen before
you begin to understand why you have been brought here
you have been brought here to create your own world
you have been brought here to see what is inside of you
you have been brought here to express yourself
you now have that strong feeling inside of you
the next thing you know you fall out of your trance
and scamper home
you grab a sketchpad
and begin to draw what you saw
when you entered the magical world
of imagination
imagination is your path to discoveries
and you understand that
once you find where you are going
you cant turn back
imagination leads you to where you want to go
after you leave
all is still and the sun has gone down
the stars are out and it is dark
now you have time
for dreams to to lead you somewhere good............................


i hope this is long enough--if it isn't at least tell me if it was good or not.!

Answer 3

i'm no longer too prepared on rhyming simply by fact many basically seem compelled, which distracts me, some human beings understand the thank you to do it and make it sense organic, many don't. i'm lots extra attracted to unfastened verse... or a poem with a beat destructive to rhyme

Answer 4

Look for something on The Verse Marauder

Answer 5

Here are two poems by Wilfred Owen.



Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.



Strange Meeting

It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.

Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall,-
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.'
'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled,
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.

'I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now....'

Answer 6

By Margaret Atwood:

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye

Answer 7

tell me a genre>>romance, fun . adventure!??
heres romance:
i look at him from afar
how i admire his looks
he is so beautiful
i can not resist
i wonder if he dreams
or if he runs
or if he laughs
or if he loves
i wonder if he would like me
i wonder about ....my love

Answer 8

www.netpoets.com/.net if forgot. ther is a lot of poems you can find there