Can anyone tell me what this poem means?
emotions that lie dormant; and when they come to the surface caused by whatever, the person has reached their breaking point..and the surprise is the least expected reaction..ie 'I can't believe so and so did that'...like that Asian who shot up that college
Can someone please Help me write a poem?
Alone in front of the TV-set I used to have a girl on my coach Now I'm alone in front of the TV-set On the wall there is a cockroach She used to kill them, my darling vet. We bought together the TV-set For when our kids will play with socks. Watching comedies with my darling vet Was the reason I bought that box. On the wall there is a cockroach There's nobody here to kill it. My darling vet left the coach And blue strawberries I lonely eat.
Stanzas poem could anyone help me please..?
It sounds like you're actually completing a class assignment, so you've been given strict rules. (Otherwise it would be unnatural to start with such a specific expectation about number of lines and etc.) If your professor/teacher is easygoing, they might accept something from you using some other rhyme scheme if it was good (sometimes they lay down specific rules to help the less motivated students). But on the other hand it may have been intended as a challenge, in which case it's okay to try to force your thoughts into someone else's format, but the results will feel less like you. I would start with whatever feelings and convictions come to mind most readily when you think about this career field, and what you would say to a friend of yours about why you feel strongly about it. Is there something not obvious about your feelings? See if any metaphors come to mind. Then try grouping ideas that can support each other in each stanza. Then try to voice one of them as a starting line for one stanza...don't worry at first about whether it turns out to be the first stanza or not (it's okay to re-arrange their order later). Once you've got a first line that has a good "beat" (measure) to it, see what it ends with and think of something(s) relevant that rhymes with that, and try to write a line with that ending. Only then do you need to decide if that should be the next line, or the third line. (That is, whether you'll use AABB or ABAB as a rhyme scheme.) Hope that helps a bit. It's time consuming to make poetry work, but gratifying. Keep a thesaurus handy to help (they're online nowadays, of course). Good luck.
Could someone please analyze this poem for me?
"The Window Frames the Moon" Some nights the moon is the curve of a comb, tumble of night held casually; other nights, a plate broken perfectly in half, box of night coveting the smooth edge. The window frames the moon, places it to the left of the world, to the right decides if it floats, hurtles, suspends, glances, antagonizes, surrenders. By eleven the moon is as certain and fixed as the clock on the dresser, the chink in the wall, the black tablecloth with the silver dots of glitter. Every night is the opportunity to rearrange the world! With the window, I push the moon into place as if it were a vase of flowers. Oh, the glory of the night contained! But there are nights the moon looms large, so large it refuses to fit in the frame, so large it refused to splinter, and when I push the moon it pushes back and fills my house, and I am forced to abandon the clock and the dresser to stand with the trees, leaves, grass taking my place among the small things of the world. -Laureen Mar
Do poems have to rhyme? Would you tell us why they should or shouldn't? Can you give great examples?
I am just going to give my opinion here for what it is worth. You might strongly disagree with me and I don’t mind at all if you do.I shall concentrate on English poetry in my opinions because Irish, Welsh, Scottish, Arabic, Hebrew, Japanese, Chinese and Persian poetry is out of my sphere.To me, poetry should, at the very least, communicate . If it is too obscure for the average intelligent reader to get the point so well that he/she is impressed with its ease of communication and they have been reminded or made aware of something beautiful, important, deep perhaps, funny, amazing—all kinds of things—if it is too obscure to communicate any one of those things, then it has failed.For example, the first line of Keat’s poem “St Agnes Eve,” a fairly long narrative poem, is perfection personified. I’ll show you how, without wasting a single word, Keats paints a picture which sets the scene and gives the atmosphere of the whole poem.St.Agnes Eve! Ah, bitter chill it was.The Owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.The hare limped, trembling, through the frozen grass,And silent was the flock in woolly fold,By the way, I remembered that, and more, from when I put some of it to memory as a 13 year old girl and I didn’t need to cut and paste it. I am 86 now.A good poem is memorable and can be remembered with pleasure for years.A good poem should be word music. ~That is, it should be music with words but without actual music. It should stand on its own without a musical accompaniment, although it can be enhanced with the right, sensitively chosen, music in the background.English poetry has to have rhythm and it has to rhyme as well, in my opinion. If it doesn’t do that it is prose, not poetry.In fact, I become irritated when I come across so-called ‘free verse’ It is too free, too undisciplined to be called verse.But really, I don’t mind one little bit if you strongly disagree with my opinion (said she, gritting her teeth) : )
Can anyone translate it from Chinese or at least tell what is the text about?
It recites 4 poems of Li Bai.From right to left, they are:Seeing off Meng Haoran for Guangling at Yellow Crane TowerConversation in the MountainsAt Su Terrace Viewing the PastTo Mr. Wang on Hearing of His Demotion to LongbiaoThe leftmost two lines say:右录唐李白七绝四首 （On the right, recites four 七绝 from Libai of Tang Dynasty. Where 七绝 is a format of Chinese classic poem which has four lines and each line has 7 characters.）岁在丙申春月唐宇书之 （In 丙申 year (2016), Spring month (1st month in Chinese Calendar), Tang Yu wrote it.）
My teacher wanted us to a reverse complement poem and i have no idea what that is or how to even write one?
A "reverse compliment" poem is where the author's compliments go against what they really mean. Shakespeare's "My Mistress's eyes" is a classic. He says: "My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun" So it's as though he is complimenting her eyes, but in actuality, he is insulting them. He continues: " If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head" And more... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, Music hath a far more pleasing sound; So music is more appealing than her voice!!! Quite a barb don't you think? The reverse compliment. You can come up with your own as well. Good luck. Mysstere PS--Link to full poem below.
Here's a poem. Can you explain it to me; at least the last part ?
cross my heart and hope to die stick a needle in my eye wait a moment, i spoke a lie i never really wanted to die. but if i may and if i might my heart is open for tonight though my lips are sealed and a promise is true i won't break my word my word to you. cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye. a secret's a secret my word is forever i will tell no one about your cruel endeavor. you claim no pain but i see right through your words in everythign you do. teary eyes broken heart life has torn you apart cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye i loved you then i love you now i'll still love you though i'll break my vow. i can't hold this secret any longer it's hurting you not making you stronger. you're my friend so i'll risk your respect by hurting you i can protect i'll save yourself since you will not you might hate me but i'll give it a shot. i'm willing to risk our bond that we own so long as you're safe you won't be alone. cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye break my promise tell a lie save my friend though, maybe it's "bye."
Can you write a Winter Poem?
Long days in the vortex of december, I yearn to feel the soft snow, Freezing nights in winter, The moon slow rising onto Celeste. The stars are dancing together, The commets are hiding in their cocoons, Long days in the vortex of december, I stroll all by myself to reach the Christmas town. Long days in the vortex of december, I am lost with blazing joy. Freezing nights in winter, I am longing to taste the crimson berries.
How would you write a poem that would best describe yourself?
It's just me! :Expressive face and a dimpled smileCarefree happiness even when I failCurly hair messily tied or noodles as they say Jovial and friendly is the way I stayCloser you know, the better you seeBehind every smile is a silent meOne who cares alot, even for little thingsWho believes in reality with fantasy blinksPeople are my best possessionMemories dear to heart, not to mentionRemembers every detail without failReliving the memories back the trailMistakes I made, made me strongThough doubt every deed as if I'm wrong I love myself both at my ups and downFor me I'm d princess with invisible crown