How important is the sense of smell? (Poem)?
•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○• Smell, a sense that brings pleasure, Without it, how would you feel? Smell, what a beautiful treasure, Life without it would be so unreal. Can you imagine life without smell? Life like that wouldn't be too swell. You and your friends, you all like to bake, you guys get together, and bake a chocolate cake. You hear your friends say, "It smells really good!" You'd smell it too, if only you could. You know there must be an aroma, your favorite food is being made. If smell could be bought, by now you would've paid. What if you couldn't smell, day after day, You couldn't smell flowers, but someone gave you a boquet. You want to smell just one flower, You take out a pretty rose, You try your best to smell it, But nothing goes in your nose. But Alhamdulillah, This is only a "What if?" If we want to smell right now, we can just take a sniff.
Acrostic poem about winter?
*I used http://www.rhymer.com/ for rhyming words; it's a big help. *Whatever word you use, list the word(s) in a column going down; then fill in your thoughts. *Having the first letter can make it easier or more difficult--when you want to change a line. *It is the easiest form of poetry to write, rather like a fill in the blanks. *So, just start and soon you will have written one yourself. This is one of my teaching tools: Acrostic The easiest way to write a poem is using an acrostic. This is free form verse -- al. most a step by step how to write what you want to say. When I'm not having a good time writing, I'll try to write an acrostic. Also, I'll write them in tribute to someone I care about. Try to keep a strong meter, rhyme if you want, break into stanzas at poetic points, not necessarily when you have spelled Australia is Far Away, for example. This one is my example that I use as instructions. HATE, is a simple acrostic: How did the gun get in my hand, and where is my brother now? The police don't make sense; everyone is pointing at me. ~~~~~~ Here is one that I just wrote. It still needs editing for meter and rhythm. But it is an idea. Wintry Days by Victoria Tarrani © 201111.21 Wind whips the leaves so far away in brightest light and chilly days. Need for breakfast, eat hot omelet. Take gloves, bundle in a jacket. Rain fall may quickly turn to snow; yesterday's warm sunshine echoes. Don't skate upon the icy sweep, always recall the lake is deep! You know its waters are frigid shocks you; mind no longer lucid. . Try Snow is falling Winter Icy winds they will all make good poems about winter. .
Can anyone interpret the second and third stanza of "The Man with the Hoe".?
I cant understand it much... please help.. The Man with a Hoe Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back, the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain? Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of Eternity? Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And marked their ways upon the ancient deep? Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this-- More tongued with cries against the world's blind greed-- More filled with signs and portents for the soul-- More packed with danger to the universe. What gulfs between him and the seraphim! Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of the Pleiades? What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose? Through this dread shape the suffering ages look; Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop; Through this dread shape humanity betrayed, Plundered, profaned and disinherited, Cries protest to the Powers that made the world, A protest that is also prophecy. O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched? How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes? O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, How will the future reckon with this Man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores? How will it be with kingdoms and with kings-- With those who shaped him to the thing he is-- When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world, After the silence of the centuries?
What did Rudyard Kipling mean when he wrote "East is East and West is West and the two shall never meet until Judgement Day…"?
Well, first let’s get the quote right, because what Kipling actually wrote was much more beautiful than that paraphrase:Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor BirthWhen two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth!This means that East and West have different cultures and ways of doing things, and always will; they will never unite in doing things or looking at the world in the same way. But, even men from very different cultures can always admire and respect courage, strength and generosity in men from another.In the poem of which this stanza is the opening, Kipling illustrates this fact by setting a Pathan bandit named Kamal and the unnamed son of a colonel of British Guides against each other, but in the end they become friends out of mutual respect for each other’s toughness and determination.They have taken the oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.The oath represents the union of the Guides’ Khyber knife, and the 99 names of God in Islam, in brotherhood. I find more meaning in this than in all the petty pieties we mouth today about diversity and inclusion.
I'm writing a poem book for school. I have to write a poem using alliteration. I like to write deep poems, and alliteration is too goofy and humorous for my taste. What should I do?
If alliteration seems “goofy and humorous” then you’ve only seen the worst examples of it.Take a look at some examples of germanic or anglo-saxon alliterative verse. It’s very difficult to imitate but it should show you what the core principles are. Then you can try to achieve something a lot simpler. Here is some more detailed technical information:Forms and Techniques (alliterative poetry)My advice is to begin with a few words that you like the sound of, and would like to include in your poem. Four to five words is enough.Then, for each word, pick another two words that contain the same (or some of the same) sounds.Now combine those groups into sentences, and see if you can arrange them so that they make some sort of sense. Ideally, alternate alliterating lines with rhyming ones. This makes it “look like a proper poem” without being hellishly difficult.
How do I write my own poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?
remember: poems don't have to rhyme. Look up some pictures of a good Australian scenery and write about what you see. It's called a list poem. List what you find interesting in the picture. Then, you add some detailed words to help the regular listed items (this will make your list sound poetic). Once you're done, make sure to state what you're talking about so the reader will know. For example, this is my list poem: Sparkling images surround A smiling man Who holds a face so cheery In a vast area filled with Lingering wonders. A place you could never get tired of, Where exquisite figures dance in the illuminated darkness. A simple glimpse at Heaven... Funny what one could see through a telescope. hope this helped. :) good luck.
November acrostic poem?
November Never does a snowflake hit this plateau or dry lake. Overhead clouds pass passively past to make vast the desert, who cries out for water, become dryer even than the day before, and the temperature soars. Memories of cool seas hide beneath the wake of war. Beelzebub's buddies bask in his baking boudoir. Eschar covers the sand that cringes at each dead flake. Ringing, singing, chiming bells call for the rocks to shake.. ~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~... The easiest way to write a poem is using an acrostic. This is free form verse -- al. most a step by step how to write what you want to say. When I'm not having a good time writing, I'll try to write an acrostic. Also, I'll write them in tribute to someone I care about. Try to keep a strong meter, rhyme if you want, break into stanzas at poetic points, not necessarily when you have spelled Australia, for example. This one is my example that I use as instructions. HATE, is a simple acrostic: How did the gun get in my hand And where is my brother now The police don't make sense Everyone is pointing at me. ~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~ Alliteration In language, alliteration refers to repetition of a particular sound in the first syllables of a series of words and/or phrases. Alliteration has historically developed largely through poetry, in which it more narrowly refers to the repetition of a consonant in any syllables that, according to the poem's meter, are stressed, as in James Thomson's verse "Come…dragging the lazy languid Line along" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alliteratio... ...as in Beelzebub's buddies bask in his baking boudoir. ~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~... Onomatopoeia is a word that imitates or suggests the source of the sound that it describes: ringing, singing, chiming http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onomatopoei... ~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~<>~~~~... The term "personification" may apply to: A description of an object as being a living person or animal, as in the sand that cringes, and the desert cries out for water.