I would usually never ask for anything like this, but I'm desperate. Does anyone have a poem that they would like to "donate" to me about social awareness that I could claim for my own? Something about war, poverty, government, and so on. It would be GREATLY appreciated. :]
2007-05-09 14:26:09 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
--you guys are mean :(
i really need help.
i'm not gifted in poetry.
or any kind of writing really.
hm.
2007-05-09 15:19:14 · update #1
I'm an English teacher, and if your teacher knew you were doing this, he/she would fail you.
However, I'll make a suggesttion for how you can build your own poem:
Think of a metaphor for war, poverty, government or so forth,
What does this idea (for ex. poverty) LOOK like? describe a visual scene of poverty in as much detail as you can imagine.
Then, what does it SOUND like? Imagine the sounds of war. describe them with as much vivid vocabulary as you can manage.
Next, what does it smell/taste like? You don't have to be literal here. Use a simile or metaphor.
Finally, what does it FEEL like? Think of texture, temperature, pressure.
Writing poetry is simply imagining or observing life in vivid and original detail and writing it down on paper.
Try writing this poem by yourself. You can do it and you'll be so proud you did!!!
2007-05-12 17:09:32 · answer #1 · answered by emenbensma 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Wow, now *there's* a way to know you're getting a good poem -- when the author is willing to let a perfect stranger use it as her own. HAH!
No respectable poet would let someone else take credit for his/her own work. In fact, no respectable person would help another person cheat/plagiarize.
PS: You get what you pay for.
2007-05-10 21:50:50 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 5⤊ 1⤋
Physical and emotional mental awareness equal to that of war and poverty in my opinion... Please feel free to use this as your own... Magnolia
A White Moon
A quiet room where she sits, her mind adrift;
thoughts a mist, and her heart is
wrapped up inside a cocoon.
What once was morning; is now noon,
she can feel the splitting, and it
always comes too soon.
Does not notice; she has disappeared,
she is neither here nor there, but
knows the fear is near.
She could not recognize soon enough,
and she always felt it was a bluff,
running away; no trust.
Trying very hard not to descend from
there, and it seemed so long a
road she could not share.
Secret survivor; she is, but too painful
still needed to be hid, her eyes
won’t see what he did.
Is patiently holding back, trying to put
all that blame in one sack, the
truth she once lacked.
Finds her way through that blackness, but
where she goes no one knows, had
been stuck in her sadness.
She hears voices that sustain her, and
questions why they still remain, is
comfort and support the same.
Lucid; she wants to see the white moon,
vision is clear; expectations loom
and she watches as it blooms.
Reconciled now in the room where she sits,
her still mind adrift, thoughts of bliss,
grateful they still want to kiss,
the one that was missed…
2007-05-09 23:37:53 · answer #3 · answered by ? 2 · 0⤊ 4⤋
there once was a lady
who needed a statement
she needed it written
but decided to fake it
the world has evolved
the computer has made it small
now to rhyme all she needs
is to ask for a poem that's all
good luck lady
I'm sure you'll do fine
just think of the world
you'll come up with something in no time...
muh a ha
sorry... I should be sleeping...
2007-05-09 21:37:22 · answer #4 · answered by Mogli 2 · 1⤊ 3⤋
You do know that "donated" or not, this is an academic crime and you could be kicked out of school for this?
Just curious if it's THAT worth it to you.
2007-05-10 14:38:16 · answer #5 · answered by Dancing Bee 6 · 4⤊ 1⤋
In the dark eerie distance,
A flash of light splits the sky,
Soon loud shots come,
As if rains from up high.
Cries of hunger ring,
No place to call home,
Empty plates stare,
For food these children roam.
The goverment we choose,
Have hearts as cold as ice,
All hope lost,
But love just hides in disguise.
People with good hearts,
Volunteer with great pleasure,
Caring for these people,
For they are all valuable treasure.
2007-05-09 23:03:09 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 4⤋
You wanted my all
you wanted my potatoes
but received tomatoes
Today you insist want a will
you will get my nil
since are a ninny
Tomorrow you will be all palms
for my fetid alms
But lo! Dear Sally
My psalm is my ally.
2007-05-10 06:53:33 · answer #7 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 0⤊ 3⤋
I wrote a poem to help you out,
But liked it so much, I tucked it away.
Sorry dear friend I changed my mind,
Maybe someday, another time!
2007-05-09 22:12:13 · answer #8 · answered by bailingwirewillfixit 3 · 0⤊ 3⤋