Should I give her a poem?
Okay so I'm 17, male, and an avid poet. I have become pretty good at writing poetry and I want to use that skill to get the ladies!!! Just kidding, but really, I have this girl who I kind of think is cute and I believe she knows that I think she is, but the problem is that we don't talk or really have any chance to really become familiar with each other. So I wrote this poem about all the reasons I want to give her a poem, and not to sound pompous, it's pretty good. I read it to my poetry class and explained the predicament I found myself in, contemplating how or even if I should give the poem to her. The class voted yes on giving her the poem, and I decided to just say screw it, I wrote a good piece why the hell not give it to a girl who deserves it. The biggest problem though, is that the essence of the poem is really based off its Performance, spoken word poetry gives life to the words and alters their meaning to become more appealing or cathartic. Sooo if I were to give her the poem, it would have to be recorded or performed in front of her, I realize that the whole concept of giving a girl you hardly know is more of a hit or miss obstacle, but do I really have to go as far as preforming it in front of her??? I JUST DONT REALLY KNOW Please anyone with advice for the poet, please share!! How should I go about getting the purpose of the poem to her??
What is life, without love?
It is like something. It is not nothing, not even a mundane daily routine. Your daily habit changes with circumstances but without that special breeze called love it feels that there is something missing. Something that you may think you deserve at least once in your life but can't simply have it for so e reason. Then you try to analyse your surroundings and try to remould yourself accordingly so that someone would like you. It works but you can't fake your true self for long. The thing called “ just be you” works in screen not in real life. In real life things are pretty dilusional. People are constantly faking things now and then.When you can't fake it anymore, they call you a changed person and leave. Just like that. They don't even bother to understand. You become lonely and hopeless in this thing called love. You give up on it swearing never to fall for it again, never to be vulnerable. But you do.Sometimes you can't simply have that zing and marry just anyone and nightmares starts to appear in real life. It's not either of your fault. You have just chosen a consolation prize for yourself. So you must perish.Life without love is something that you want to get rid off quickly. That constantly reminds you of a worthless person every single second. Life without love is something like you haven't slept for 2 days straight, exhausted and tired of daily routine. It is something as if your stomach is going to blast with words unspoken, feelings unshared.Love is not always about sex. Sex is just a part of the dimension called love. You can get sex without love but that is just something like doing laundry on Saturday night.They say that God have the best one reserved for you but what if you don't want the best one. What if the one you want is the only one you want, that person is the best one for you no matter how many flaws that person has,no matter how may hurdles you have to beat. Then it doesn't make sense.Love is hopelessness. It is a weakness disguised in strength. It shines bright for some time but with loads of darkness. If it starts you know like death it is going to end but you don't know the time.
Why do you love books?
Why do I love books so much?How can one not like books? Some books are educational, others tell you a story. Some show you a serene new world, other throw you into the sequence of mysteries that are yet to be solved.Books can teleport you to a whole new world, show you the wonders of that world, the people. For example, “Shantaram” by Gregory David Roberts opened a whole new perception of India for me. I have never thought of people there and the place itself in the way that this book tells you.Or it can be an imaginary world like in “A Song of Ice and Fire” by George R. R. Martin. Just think how hard it is to construct a whole new dimension in your head. You also improve your imagination by reading books. For example, you always think that book was better than the movie, because when you read it YOU imagine everything like YOU would like it, right?Or books can tell a story of one person, his/her struggles and victories. Their experiences and how they dealt with their problems. That way you can learn on mistakes of others and save yourself the struggle of solving an actual problem.Also books can be philosophical and change your perspective on life. The good example is “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. This book can be torn into quotes. It certainly changes the view of life, time, even love?There are a lot of ways to embrace and love books. Read them, there are thousands of stories to discover and to learn from. Books will never judge, books will always be there for you, books can teach you a lesson. I truly love books for uncovering so many things for me. For being with me when no one was. For taking me on unforgettable journeys, and making me the person I am right now.
Never get involved in a domestic dispute they say, a poem for c/c/?
His mouth opens wide and a sword comes out. How can this be? At first she is disbelieving. But then, she sees he really means these hard. cruel words. You can't work, how can you even sit here night after night asking me if there is not some little thing you could do? She is attacked and powerless because the words are from the one she loves most in this world. She crumbles, but it is not enough to dampen this dragon he has become. Look at you! You are crying and you are right here at home. What would you do in a workplace? Sob every time someone looked cross eyed at you? Oh the words are hard. She hasn't felt this in years, this being afraid for herself. He is fed up and snaps I am going to bed. She cries in her chair a while. Then thinks of her shoes. I could just put my shoes on and walk away. She passes through the bedroom, he is snoring. Snoring when she has been twisting her face in shame and tears. She puts the shoes on, slips out the door, and begins walking. She knows she is not in her right mind, but doesn't care, keeps walking. But then, she sees a light. She thinks it is the Moon and walks eagerly toward it, I need the Moon, it will show me what to do! She begins to trot a bit. get closer and then, the Moon is there. And she sees through her tears and spittle, it is just a streetlight in a neighbor's yard. She turns around slow and heads back home. Her sadness is so great she hums a little tune, slightly off-key. She walks in the room, slips her shoes off. He is still snoring, never even woke, and she lived a lifetime between then and now.
Would you prefer to be someone's FIRST LOVE?..or LAST LOVE?
Hm, that's a tossup ... You never forget your first love, so it would be nice for someone to remember me fondly all their life. But, if I was someone's last love, they would probably stay with me forever. The only thing is, a first love tends to be more intense and passionate, while a last love is quieter, more gentle. There's all the difference between a fire that consumes everything in its path, and a cozy fireplace that just keeps you warm. I guess I'd rather be someone's first love, the one they never forget, the one whose flame burns bright and never dies.
Poetry: What did Rudyard Kipling mean when he wrote "If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run"?
"If" by Rudyard Kipling is one of the most stunning, life changing, thought provoking things ever written.I love it so very much I can actually recite it by heart.Let's take a look. (Buckle up.)If By Rudyard KiplingIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too:If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same:.If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginnings,And never breathe a word about your loss:If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much:If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!One of the best things about poetry (and about writing and language in general) is that everyone interprets the meaning slightly differently.To me, "If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run" means -"If you can take advantage of every single moment, if you can squeeze time for all it's worth, if you can, to quote Thoreau 'live deep and suck out all the marrow of life' then you'll be a man". (By which he means "a human being".)This poem brings into a few sentences everything that is challenging and worthy about being human. It's nearly impossible to accomplish it all, but I can think of nothing more important anyone could be doing with their time.If anyone wants to fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, trying to live up to this poem is the way to go.
What is the best way to make a girl believe that you truly love her?
Girlfriend: Your phone is ringing.Boyfriend: Who's that?Girlfriend: Smita.Boyfriend: Oh.Girlfriend: *picks up* Hello?Smita: Oh hello. Is Abhishek there?Girlfriend: Yes. He's in a shower. May I help you?Smita: Actually I am a colleague of Abhishek. We both went to the office trip recently. So I wanted the pictures. Can you please tell him to share it at my number?Girlfriend: Sure.Smita: Okay thanks.Girlfriend: By the way, I'm his girlfriend.Smita: Oh yeah. He told me about you. Have a good day.Girlfriend: You too.Girlfriend toured his phone gallery and saw every single photo. She was curious to see Abhishek and Smita together in a picture. And there was one. Only one. Where Abhishek was smiling awkwardly and Smita was pulling him close but there was still a humongous amount of gap. His girlfriend smiled seeing those pictures. She selected a few of them and then shared it to Smita’s WhatsApp number.After sharing the pictures she started scrolling the chats between Abhishek and Smita and read their conversation. There was some point where Smita tried flirting with him but Abhishek didn't respond. Soon she read one message where Abhishek was having a discussion on surprising his girlfriend on her birthday, that made her smile. He bought a ring for her and he was telling Smita about it. She was smiling so much that she didn't even read the rest of the conversation. She didn't read Abhishek’s conversations with other girls. She was smiling stupidly.Abhishek was out of the shower and went to put on some clothes. His girlfriend followed him.She hugged him from behindGirlfriend: Baby?Abhishek: Yeah. Did you talk to Smita?Girlfriend: Yeah I did.Abhishek: Okay.Girlfriend: Smita flirts with you?Abhishek: She's really bad at it. Trust me.Girlfriend: Oh so you're her instructor?Abhishek: I'm just an observer.Girlfriend: Listen. When is my birthday?Abhishek: I remember.Girlfriend: What are you doing?Abhishek: For now nothing. Maybe we'll go for dinner.Girlfriend: Okay baby..It's 3 a.m.Pull my collar and take me inside.Sorry baby. *wink*Rahul
I need a poem for a father-to-be?
A brand new little bundle! What joy she'll bring to you! She'll fill your heart with happiness, She'll love you just for *you*. This brand new little bundle, Through her lifetime will be glad That God has richly blessed her With a loving, caring *Dad* *you can change the words, depending on if you are having or have a girl or boy* Congratulations! You're a Dad! What joy life has in store! From now on, you'll be counted on For wisdom, love, and more! You'll find your baby grows so fast, And time just slips away, So treasure every moment with him Each and every day! HERE IS A GREAT ONE! My Daddy's Hands I came into the world And reached for your strong hands, My tiny fingers knew you, Before I could understand. Your hands proudly held me, And smoothed my newborn hair. They'd grow to love and tickle, And toss me in the air. Your hands are the teachers, That catch and throw a ball. That steady my two-wheeler, And soften each new fall. Your hands are the guideposts, That set and keep the rules. Offer good advice and wisdom, And cheer hard work in school. Your hands are my anchor, As I leave my childhood home. Shake my hand and pat my back, As I live life on my own. One day I'll have a child, And come to understand. The power of love, Held in my Daddy's hands.
English poetry C/W - Liz Lochhead - I wouldn't thank you for a Valentine and Shakespeare sonnet 130?
If you get Shakespeare's sonnet, then you're well on your way. That poem rejects a lot of the ridiculous, over-the-top comparisons that poets have traditionally used to describe the women they love. The speaker of the poem does not say that his lover isn't beautiful. He simply says that her eyes don't shine like the sun, that her skin is not as white as snow, that her hair is not a mass of fine golden wires, that her voice isn't like music, that she doesn't float through the air like a goddess, etc. Of course, those comparisons wouldn't be true about any woman. A poet who praises his love in such extravagant terms isn't talking about reality. In effect, he's saying that the only way he can love his woman is to turn her into an unreal fantasy object. But the speaker of Shakespeare's sonnet is saying that his woman's beauty and his love for her are so real that they don't need to be gussied up with all that "false compare." For its first 12 lines, the sonnet seems to be putting the woman down and saying that she's not attractive, but the final couplet turns it all around. Lochhead's poem has very much the same structure. The speaker tells her lover that he could give her this love token and that love token and she wouldn't thank him. For most of the poem, she seems to be saying that she would reject his gifts and thus reject his love, but in the last two words of the poem, she also turns everything around. It turns out that what she has meant all along is that she wouldn't just thank him, she wouldn't merely thank him, she would do much more than thank him. His gifts would do much more than win a simple expression of gratitude. They would melt her heart.