What do think of the poem 'The Cold Within'?
The cold within - Written way back in the 1960s, but relevant even to this day.The poem talks about how six humans trapped in a dire situation, refused to overcome it because of the differences they think they have amongst themselves.It further highlights, how we happen to be born as a part of the cosmos under various circumstances, to different families and varied nationalities, but we are all born with the same light, warmth, and energy within us as the rest of us. However, we spend our entire lives, looking at life through a lens and deny the fact that we are here to coexist and grow together.As stated in the poem the lens could be that of religion, nationalities, financial status, the color of our skin, or our own selfish means. None of the six people in the poem had the willingness to share their light, because they were busy judging the others or plain unwilling to provide warmth to the fellow beings based on various reasons.The last stanza of the poem also emphasizes that their death was not because of the flickering light or the external conditions but because of their empty hearts which refused to budge. The light of love which should have been spread across the world, remained within them in their death, because they chose to keep the light within and held onto the differences they saw in each other.In a broader sense the poem still reflects the larger society which works on superficial layers, and refuses to look beyond the armours we own or are born with.In a nutshell it talks about falling prey to discrimination and not standing together especially in the hour of need.It's time we look out for each other and drop the differences that make us, because when it's the end, and in death, we are not as different as we think we are.
What are some ways to write a poem about death?
I did this. There are an infinite number of other ways.My mate DeathYou never write, you never calldo you remember me at all?I think of you near every day,lets get some guns and go and play.Without you life just isn't fun – annoying bulls so we must runor driving fast down country tracks,climbing mountains, breaking backs.We nearly met back in the Alpswhere crows search hard for moulding scalpsbut you were called to other placesbringing smiles to others' faces.I feel let down, I feel spurned,Where’s the respect I should have earned?When canoeing you were there –capsized, wedged-in, salt-water air.I tripped cane-chewing as a child,you let me choke up blood and smiled.So get in touch, give me a bellwe'll raise the old gang, give them hell.Just promise me you'll write soon mate before I'm old and it's too late.I want to feel your hand in mineit's been too long, too too much time.(Taken from my free poetry ebook Fedw.)
Who wrote this poem "two dead boys"?
i was just wondering cause i really like it. and i think i remember hearing it in a movie, but i dont know which one, i think it was a more recent movie. One fine day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight; Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other. A blind man came to watch fair play, A mute man came to shout "Horray!" A deaf policeman heard the noise and Came to stop those two dead boys. He lived on the corner in the middle of the block, In a two-story house on a vacant lot; A man with no legs came walking by, and kicked the lawman in his thigh. He crashed through a wall without making a sound, into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned; The long black hearse came to cart him away, But he ran for his life and is still gone today. I watched from the corner of the big round table, The only eyewitness to facts of my fable; But if you doubt my lies are true, Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
Do you like this poem I wrote ? How can I improve it ?
This poem needs a lot of revision. It's not successful as is. To revise this poem, I think you need to figure out what central message you're trying to get across. You seem to be saying that there is always pain, and that's a fine point to make, but what about that pain? Also, it's quite confusing to set up your poem saying you don't know about life, death, love, hate, but then say what you do know, and end up saying you know something. So I really think you need to work on your progression of ideas. Also, you set up contradictions with love having sadness, life disappointment. And that contradiction supports your "not knowing" in the first sentence, but then the set up of hate and grief throws everything off. It's logical that there is no happiness in hate, right? And death in grief? So what are you trying to say with that? And why one negative descriptor (no happiness) when all the others are positive (sadness, disappointment, grief)? That messes with your over all structure and flow. I recommend reading some of Emily Dickinson's poetry, she's great at playing with simple ideas but turning them in on themselves and riddling them out. Pay attention to what she does and how she does it, and then take that and apply it to your own writing.
My aunt's dying of cancer and i wrote a poem... Do you like it?
I wrote a poem to say at her funeral... If I can bear to say it. Remembrance by Destiny M. When the stars begin to twinkle In the nighttime sky, I’ll close my eyes, think of you And struggle not to cry. I’ll think about my childhood, The time you spent with me. You with a smile upon your face, Myself filled with glee. With all the strength that I can muster, I’ll grin through my tears. You’re out of pain and misery, You have nothing now to fear. And when the day begins anew, I’ll imagine you with your angel wings, Continue on this path called Life, And wonder what this new day brings. Aunt Charlotte, I’ll miss you…
What do you think of this poem???(it's bout my dad who died)?
it was real good but i can't fell how your feeling because i've never had a daddy ( went away way before birth) . but it is very touching. If u shape it like below it will look like a poem,,, A Daddy's Touch,A Father's Kiss, A grieving daughter,you're greatly missed. An empty house,An empty chair, a father's love,no longer there. A broken heart, a tear filled eye, Another soul to fill the sky. So many memories, some I laugh,some I cry. Many times we shared, the times we had, the things I miss when I think about you,Dad. Realizing that's all I have to hold on to, only memories of what once you. Missing your laugh I would never hear again, that is the reality that fills me with so much fear. No more smile on your face, No more warmth of your embrace. The last hug, the last kiss, The last "good-bye" leaves me with one last wish, to have you Dad, here today, Never to leave your daughter this way. A Father's touch,A Daddy's kiss, A grieving daughter, You're greatly missed... Hope i help P.S i just learned hoe to do this in school i like poetry..
Muslims: What do you think of this poem?
When major misfortunes occur in your life, Make sure it is only to Allah you strive Don’t depend on other humans, who are just as helpless as you are They may give you support, but all help comes from Allah It may seem obvious, but I learnt this from that time when; My father was lying on his deathbed, I called upon my husband, my uncle and friend Until the realization: none of them could make this situation end They are just as limited as I Just as the medical staff at the hospital tried; To heal him, they attempted, right till the last hour But Medicine is limited, just as our power Don’t lose yourself when Allah tests your strength What is it you want recorded, in your book of deeds? That this slave of Allah was patient, steadfast and still; Or that he fought with the nurses and doctors, and refused to accept Allah’s will? As humans, we may be tested with our health; The death of a loved one, an illness, our wealth, As Muslims we accept all of which Allah wills for us, Even if that be, the death of a parent or spouse All of which is on this planet will eventually fade After all that, what is it that we will take with us to our graves? Our possessions? None of that, will matter in the end The only thing we will take with us is our deeds.
I wrote this poem for my pet guinea pig that died and I want to show you guys?
TOGETHER WE ONCE WERE- Together we once were, as happy as could be, But luck soon fades, including you and me. I wish It couldn't be so, although I know it's true, And that the last thing that I said, was ''I love you''. The lives we shared together, was so connected, Now the hearts are fading, and will soon be detected. There will never be another guinea pig, As soft and as sweet as you, And I wish I had another chance, To say much more than ''I love you''. As time pushes us apart, I will never forget, The time we once had together, Is now in debt. When I see the sun setting, I think of you, But It's not the same, As me being with you. I know our time is up, And I know It was short, It's what nature does, But I still wish for more. I can see the sunlight fading, Right before my eyes, And when that time happens, It's time to say Good bye! You can star it if you think it's interesting...
In the poem Life by C Bronte, why does the word “death” and “best” begin with a capital letter? Is it for the same reason?
It’s just a poetic conceit. She’s talking about death metaphorically, as though it is a person; her capitalized ‘Death’ is a personification of death that represents the concept as a human-like entity with a will and a personality. The word is capitalized because it is being used as a proper noun.The same is true of her use of the (capitalized) word ‘Hope’ in this poem.The capitalization of ‘Best’ is similar, in that her intent is to tie the concept of the superlative metaphorically to a person. In this case, however, it’s an actual person, not a personification of a concept.‘Best’ being a subjective measure of merit in this context, her intent seems to have been to express the universality of our feelings toward those we love most. If she had used the name of her own beloved instead, the sentiment expressed would have been rendered personal and not universal. We all have our own ‘Best,’ our own beloved person we love above all others; the poem refers to all of them, not just Charlotte Bronte’s beloved.