Help with my poem?
So I made a bet with a friend to see who can write a more profound poem, but we got to choose the topic of each other's poems. So I am writing a poem entitled "I have no pubes". Here's what I have so far: An Albatross is flying high Along with all his mates Nature favors flavored couples Who can pass along their traits The donkeys kick wins him the *** Cheetahs mate with sprinters fast But the human male attracts his love With caring words that seldom last I knew a man with hairy arms He knew the way to hearts I tried to follow in his steps But my fate drew separate cards While his body had a ton of hair He was a full, green Christmas tree I never got so lucky When I went through puberty I wish I could get women I wish I was a gnarly dude But if you looked between my legs You'd see, I haven't got a single pube So what is hairless news about? Is lacking all I am? Simply having not a trait defines us Time and time again When will humans finally see There's so much more inside Perhaps when we shall let hate free And enjoy the fatal ride I am not the perfect human But I am the perfect self Made of variation, differences In a storm of strengthened wealth The world will keep on changing Evolving to be true But celebration of the change Will all begin with you. ----So what can I do to improve the poem? I have a lot riding on this bet! Thanks!
Random Poem i made up.?
I was bored so i made up a little poem. Im 13 so don't expect anything Awesome. Just if you have spare time, comment and tell me what y'all think :) Oh and if some bits in there don't make sense then sorry, i just use words that have a very specific meaning. If you get me :) Heres the poem. Angels watch Beyond the sky, clouds will wander through the night. The clock begins to chime its cold bells, Floorboards creek below the stairwell. Doors will open doors will Close, Wind will cry from the coldness it flows. Hell is awake, Hell is aware, Night is the reason we all are scared. Things unknown will lerk upon us, Every step forward is a step of a curse. Children's laughs turn into cry's, As the Angel of Death looks into there eyes. It watches for People, people alone, No where is safe. Not even your home. So thats the stupid poem. Its not gonna be used for anything so you dont need to tell me how to improve it :D . But if you feel you need to then thats cool. Well thanks for reading my poem. :) Take Care
Have you ever wrote any poem that made you very emotional?
Yes.Most of my poems are about people that I find intriguing. Sometimes they're about someone I miss. Other times they're about someone I'm friends with; when I don't have the guts to actually tell them in person (or if I can't meet them in person), I write poems.But there is this one poem that always makes me almost-cry:NOSTALGIA.As we walk along the pathThat is LifeOur roads may divergeYours may be bright and sunnyWith meadows green and silent, peacefulMine may be full of colour, a forest, and falling rainAnd even if sometimes your way seemsFilled with potholes and snakes and wetlands;And mine, with red fire burning, and all the trees gone,Remember.Remember that once we walked together, endured together,Through soot and snow,With cold water in our shoes;You shook it out, I couldn’tRemember.A road fraught with perils, danger lurkingAround every bend,You fought them, I didn’t.And we went our ownSeparate ways.Someday when you look backYou will laugh at your pastWorrying self, you willWake up to the sunrise at the edge ofThe earth, and you will look out into the distance, and say,“What a wonderful day, o me, o Life!”Remember,We never know the places we’ll goUntil we reach them.We never cross the rapids in riversUntil we fight them.We never bother to seeHow good life is with our tiny, tiny problemsUntil we see another, without.You will look out into the distance,And you will see a sillhouette.By then you will have forgotten, but your heart will tell you--I know her from somewhere.First slowly, and then all at once, you willRememberThe first snowfall, six feet high, us, trudging alongStopping by the woods on a snowy evening,Helping a squirrelWith her acorns before the icy winter,Watching as the leaves on trees wither and die,Wondering if we will, too;Forgetting that spring and fall come after,And all will be wellOnce again, this time, forever.I will be close enough, then, for you toLook into my eyesAnd see how much I missed you,Walking beside you, laughing with you;After years of searching for the perfect Life,With cold gold in our pockets,But none to share it with,We find each other.I will take your hand,And lead you onwardTo the beginningOf a new adventure.Taken from: The Illusive Poet.
Look at this) poem by E.E. Cummings?
I have absolutely no idea what this poem means. Can someone please help me!? Look at this) a 75 done this nobody would have believed would they no kidding this was my particular pal funny aint it we was buddies I used to know him lift the poor cuss tenderly this side up handle with care fragile and send him home to his old mother in a new nice pine box (collect
What is the mood of the poem “The Road Not Taken”?
Let me begin by stating that “The road not taken” is probably my all time favorite poem for several reasons.To me the mood of the poem is “optimism”. Allow me to explainThe opening lines of the poem “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both” convey the poet’s conundrum. There lay two roads in front of him and he is consciously sorry that he needs to choose one over the other. In another universe maybe he takes both roadsThen the lines “Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way,” talk about the hope that one day he will be back to the same fork and will choose the other path knowing too well how his choice today may never bring him back there againThe final stanza mentions how the poet would one day reminisce the day with a “sigh” how choosing the road less traveled by has made all the difference in his life.To me the poem hits home as a call to try something original. To try and forge one’s own path and not just follow the crowd. Everyone of us make choices everyday. Little ones that we do not really stop and think about. Taking a step back to evaluate the choices one makes and to really try and understand if the choice is original or just a choice made to “fit in” is how I interpret the poem. All said, Robert Frost’s words will continue to live for generations for eloquently conveying a message.
My Poem ' If You Were To Follow Me' Let me know what you think.?
its good, id give it a...8/10 keep writing! heres how u should write it tho, makes it a little easier:::: If you were to follow me, I would lead you into my heart. I would paint it red again, like it was from the start. If you were to follow me, we would tread through my tears, I would dry them up for you and let go of all my fears. If you were to follow me, my wounds would heal and scars would fade. If only you would follow me back to the place that you have made. It's then and only then that you would be able to see. That it was you i've been waiting for to come rescue me. If you were to follow me........... by: Angela R. Dupree
DS: Dog poems that make you cry?
I would say two that are tied are "When tomorrow starts without me" because the full realization of the death of a dog you had a strong bond with hits you afresh the fact that it lives on only in your memory when the first day after its death does start without it and the one below. You can shed tears that she is gone Or you can smile because she has lived You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left Your heart can be empty because you can't see her Or you can be full of the love that you shared You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes love and go on.
What imagery do you see in this poem? what feelings do the sounds of poetry create in the poem?
"It Might Have Been Worse" by G.J. Russell Sometimes I pause and sadly think Of the things that might have been, Of the golden chances I let slip by, And which never returned again. Think of the joys that might have been mine; The prizes I almost won, The goals I missed by a mere hair’s breadth; And the things I might have done. It fills me with gloom when I ponder thus, Till I look on the other side, How I might have been completely engulfed By misfortune’s surging tide. The unknown dangers lurking about, Which I passed safely through The evils and sorrows that I’ve been spared Pass plainly now in review. So when I am downcast and feeling sad, I repeat over and over again, Things are far from being as bad As they easily might have been.
How does poetry work? How do you make good poetry?
Here is just one lesson I wrote.VERBS: use the strongest possibleHere are some ideas to strengthen your verbs. Follow these suggestions OR follow your own guidelines. All methods of writing are legitimate. Here’s just what I do:1. Avoid to be most of the time: am/is/are, was/were, being, beenYou are running home. à You run home.2. Be concise: Shorten your verb phrases.I hope you will be able to help. à I hope you can help.3. Find a strong action verb.You hurt my thigh. à You stab my thigh.4. Choose the most detailed verb possible.Look through the records. à Dig through the records.Here are some practice sentences which can be strengthened.I was able to explain.Her hat was a disruption to me.There were twenty people in attendance at the show.You are penetrating my heart.Summer is creeping through the mesh of the ground.There are bouncing grasshoppers in the sawgrass.I am going to free you.They are drooling.I want to do my best at improving.We can run quickly through the neighborhood.I would like to run through the fields.I had eaten my food in 3 minutes, gulping it down.Google me for examples in my poetry.Peace.