2007-03-23 16:59:29 · 34 answers · asked by jossieray 5 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
A mask to hide our happiness
one to conceal our sorrow
a mask to cover up the past
one more to veil tomorrow
I walk thru life without a face
a puppet full of lies
intent upon concealing
my heart from prying eyes
How sad that when a life is played
it's no more than a masquerade
author... Me
2007-03-23 17:04:19 · answer #1 · answered by Crazymom 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
YES!
Ruby Rivers
Puddles of blood drip to the floor; tiny ruby drops of rain,
Dribbling down, washing away, to leave nothing but a crimson stain.
I'm blessed by every single sacred ounce of self-inflicted pain,
As these slices along my wrists bring all, but myself, to disdain.
These pleasures of my will are those from which I cannot refrain.
I achieve a feeling of nirvana from this act, so simple and plain.
I can't resist this blissful want, this unending sinister need,
Though it's done in malevolent, vile and toxic, unwanted greed,
I can't resist the craving, the urge, the desire to bleed.
It's the sad belief, the bizzare religion, the twisted creed,
Of a haunting nightmare, that tangos with a pleasant dream,
I'm stuck in crippling masochism, I'll never lose the need to scream.
Joseph M. Moreno
2007-03-23 17:03:48 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 3⤊ 0⤋
I bypass W.B Yeat's Grave each morning on a thank you to college ^_^ My accepted poem is "Finisterre" with the help of Sylvia Plath, that's slightly long so i'm going to in basic terms recite the 1st stanza: This grew to become into the land's end: the final arms, knuckled and rheumatic, Cramped on no longer something. Black Admonitory cliffs, and the sea exploding with out backside, or something on the different area of it, deepwhite with the help of the faces of the drowned. Now that's barely gloomy, a unload of rocks --- Leftover infantrymen from previous, messy wars. the sea cannons into their ear, yet they do no longer budge. different rocks conceal their grudges under the water.
2016-10-20 08:05:12 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Okay, and then I'm going to bed! Here it is:
The Waste Land
Burial of the Dead (just my favorite part of it):
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
they called me the hyacinth girl.
Yet, when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden
your arms full and your hair wet,
I could not speak, and my eyes failed,
I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer
2007-03-23 17:16:52 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
“Nothing Gold Can Stay”
By Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I think it's beautiful...
Hope dis helps = P
2007-03-23 17:04:10 · answer #5 · answered by Shutter Speed Is All You Need 5 · 3⤊ 0⤋
gaily bedight
a gallant knight
in sunshine and in shadow
had journeyed long
singing a song
in search of el dorado
but he grew old
this knight so bold
and o'er his heart a shadow
fell as he found
no spot of ground
that looked like el dorado
and as his strenght
failed him at length
he met a pilgrim shadow
shadow said he
where can it be
this land called el dorado
o'er the mountains of the moon
down the valley of the shadow
ride boldly ride
the shade replied
if you seek for el dorado
2007-03-23 17:06:54 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
Songs Of Innocence : William Blake
Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee
On a cloud I saw a child.
And he laughing said to me.
Pipe a song about a Lamb:
So I piped with merry chear,
Piper, pipe that song again--
So I piped, he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe
Sing thy songs of happy chear,
So I sung the same again
While he wept with joy to hear
Piper sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read--
So he vanished from my sight
And I pluck'd a hollow reed.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs,
Every child may joy to hear.
2007-03-23 17:05:26 · answer #7 · answered by Conqi 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Shore
Did Ya Hear Me ???
It Was Ode To A Turtle
sh^rk
2007-03-23 17:02:15 · answer #8 · answered by Celestial Sh^rk 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
There is a Bat in the Cave
and his name is Dave!
2007-03-23 17:02:43 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sure, just for you. This is one I wrote. It is entitled "Celeste."
In a quiet space of white light chatter,
Weaving stars through fingertips,
She reaches out acros't Orion
Lifts the Dipper, sloe glass she sips.
Eternal lady, celestial queen,
Embracing all of Hubble's flow,
From creation's dawn to age unseen,
Time's arrow never left its bow.
Hope you liked it.
2007-03-23 17:05:25 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋