What do you think of my Poem?
Please feel free to critique. Be honest. Tell me what you feel or interpret. What u liked or didn't like? Is it good enough to get published? UNCHAINED In this cold, enormous world Plagued with madness and misery, I weave a little world of my own, And escape. Composed by Rishikaysh © 2006 Rishikaysh. ps: please also check out my other poems by clickling on my name.
What is the meaning of this poem (10 pts)?
It seems like someone that seems to find themselves to be Nobody to anyone in this world has found another person that is the same and looked at in the same way. and She doesn't want people to poke fun and be like don't tell anyone about us, because "normaL" people would poke fun at the two of them finding comfort in each other being nobody to anyone other than them tow. and then it goes on to talk about how sad it would be to be a popular or someone constantly being watched like a project thus the frog and the last line has me. Hope that helped! BOG also means toilet, To be someone else bog is to be where people would go to throw their waste and make themselve feel better about themselves by throwing all their negativity into a Bog. Thus calling someone a bog. pretty much it's talking about how nice it is to stay under the radar and to not be put in the lime light when it comes to living your lives happily without others negativity and comments, and to find someone that is like you.
Can anyone tell me the meaning of this poem, called "To My Father" by Frank Bidart?
Im supposed to write a 2-3 page essay on "what this poem is trying to say." The problem is, I'm not sure exactly what it exactly means... At first I thought it was about parental abuse, but that makes no sense... If anyone could give me some speculation as to its meaning, I would really appreciate it! This is the poem: I walked into the room. There were objects in the room. I thought I needed nothing from them. They began to speak, but the words were unintelligible, a painful cacophony... Then I realized they were saying the name of the man who had chosen them, owned them, ordered, arranged them, their deceased cause, the secret pattern that made these things order. I strained to hear: but the sound remained unintelligible... senselessly getting louder, urgent, deafening. Hands over my ears, at last I knew they would remain inarticulate; your name was not in my language.
Poem to my girlfriend....what do you think?
Everyone's told you how much they loved it...so here's the other side of the coin: 1. It is a love letter, not a poem...but that doesn't mean it's not a good love letter...it's actually quite sincere and I'm sure she'll love it. 2. Never...and I mean "NEVER" call her "u"...if she is that important to you...unless this is a little inside "pet name" kind of term, give her all the letters she deserves: "you"...don't write her name in small letters...don't say "i"...you're a man, and strong is not the opposite of gentle, because strong men "are" gentle...but have enough self-respect and self-worth to put yourself in captials..."I". It's not a small thing, and I'm not judging you or trying to pick on you...I'm trying to pass on something that may make a difference to you some day. Your letter is a good one, the reason it isn't a poem is because you didn't use any poetic devices other than to break it up into lines and stanzas...that isn't enough. But there is beauty in prose, and your letter is beautiful...it's just not a poem...and no, not even a poetic narrative..but I still think you should give it to her and I'm sure she'll love it (just change the "i" and the "u"...trust me on this). ...and because you have an open heart...don't give up on trying to write poetry...just keep writing
What do you think of my poem about a girl named Casey?
This is a poem I made one day in school. Hope you like it! Casey There was a girl named Casey and there was a secret she kept. The longer she held it in the more she wept. The secret she held inside was one you wouldn't believe. For there was a star tattoo under her sleeve. This was no ordinary star as everyone thought. Because on a full moon it was blood she sought. Hiding in the shadows, stalking the night. She would grab the victim and give them a fright. Screaming in agony and yelling in pain. Carelessly she drank enjoying her gain. The sun begins to rise and the victim lies dead. She returns to her home and goes back to her bed. * TO BE CONTINUED * Sorry, I didn't have enough space to write the rest. I'll have to put the rest in another question. Please tell me what you thought of this poem so far and I should have the rest of the poem up soon! Thank you for reading! ^.^