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If every color's absent in what's black
Why is this absent hue found everywhere!?
It is the world of the insomniac
Who ruminates all night in dire despair!.
It is the essence of the raven's cloak
Who comes to mark the stealthy step of Death,
The moonless night before the morning broke,
The final curtain that all severeth!.
Black is the color of a world of blight
Where all that's wrapped in brighter garments dies;
Black is the color not one will invite,
Yet in the end not one lone soul denies!.
Black is the bound and border of our lives --
It feeds the very heart that it deprives!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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although i'm probably just reiterating what's been said, i'll answer anyway!.
try coming up with a list of words or phrases!. this list can include everything from things that are black, to what you associate with the word black, to how the color makes you feel!. anything and everything you can come up with!.
now you have a starting point!.
use this list as your word bank!. you don't need to use all the words/phrases!. and you can include ones that aren't on there as you come up with more!. just use it as a springboard!.
also, remember that you can always revise!. sometimes just writing something out, even if it's horrible can help you to narrow your thoughts!.
you also might want to consider the type of poem you want to write (free verse, rhyme scheme, etc!.) i know that narrowing the type of form i'm going to use often helps me!.
hopefully this helps!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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i used to write poetry so maybe i can help!.
First of all is black a color to you!?
You could writ a poem about a black abyss or something that gave you a feeling of a black abyss!.
Maybe you lost a boyfriend or girlfriend and the feeling of loss was like a black abyss!.
Or you could write a poem about a black can of paint!. How did it look and smell!. What did it feel like!. What did it do!?
Does your poem have to rhyme!?
If it doesn't you could try Prose Poetry!. It doesn't have to rhyme but it needs flow and rhythm!.
If you are in high school i assume you have some leaway!.
I don't think it has to be ABOUT the color black!. Probably some thing that IS black like a hole ,an empty feeling!.
I like the idea of the talking can of black paintWww@QuestionHome@Com

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You could talk bout all of the things that black can represent: fallout, loss, racism, pride, silence, emotion, what you see when you close your eyes, lack of color, all colors blended, equality (no one can judge you in the dark), etc!. there are so many things that it can be branched off of!. Just start to write and let it go from there!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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wait i shall give u one soon on BLACK

IN THE meantime pl keep these from
HELLO CANADA''

JUST IMAGINE CAN YOU ONE

Sitting under an apple tree
Throwing pebbles at sea,
And when she makes me cry,
She actually helps me and makes me try!.

When she curses you see,
It is good,she actually nurses me,
And when its all her perspiration,
Friends, for me its only inspiration!.

Then I realise how we learn from human face,
And know all about the human race,
And when we know more and more,
Humanity only, benefits ,all for sure!.

We are at answers of all Yahoo Q's,
Each failure is like a step for me,
And it helps me go up, step up the ladder,
Then I come up with,if nothing else,
Something you may call poetry,I confess!.

Alas its a
Love game, this life,
Full of curiousity and strife,
Yet without the misery,
There could be no comparitive story!.
So
Logically,

Between,Astrology BiologyPathology,Geology,Numerology,

and what have you, Mythology!.

THE best outcome of all life isPOETRY,
Should we not,rename it as
Poetology!?
OH MY LOVING GOD! TWO

Intellectual are my generations'beings,

Greatest curse on present day progeny,

Officious,malicious and mercenary,

Cruel,lascivious,a class of humanity!.

This planet they call, a global village

Pray have some sense of privilege,

And upon the pedestal of man's remains

I say,do not make indellible domains,

Of time and space,yet to traverse!.

Make not this planet an aliens'retreat,

A symbol of monumental defeat!.

Our vision should not blind us,

Our ego should not devour us,

And leave our remains on a river bed,

But make for us a heavenly pedestal, instead!.


Just Remember THREE
Rememember that, me is, a girl in me;

we cannot make up our mind,

As hormones play havoc,

When we're in the bind!.

We have to still show,love to u we owe,

Or else you won't know,how our hearts' glow,

When we're out and the world is ours,

It is then our better half is yours!.

My love, my dear,at that blueish phase endure,

My hand is still there,my touch is yours,

Your smiles are my loving possession,

Your presence is my very own passion!.

For ever for me a heart throb,for all years,

I live with yee,remember this will thee!.





Priceless Treasure FOUR

I am on the edge of the threshold ,with desire

Where can we alone in this wilderness meet,

As the air perfumes fill my nostrils with love,

As if holding your hands in my dreams,

A one time fantasy, a breath from yonder,

I pick you up, up in the air,

No one ever thought that such would happen,

Until your hands,felt my hands,


Desire spilled from my very being,

Nothing remained but my moisty hands,

As I smelt my palms,your face came up,

From nowhere,as a spring of emotion rose

At once I saw you in front of my eyes emerging,

As if from no where,as you know

It was then that Irealised,

It was u,Dear ROSE!.


I AM FIVE

Since I am the cynosure of your eyes,

I am what for many a one cries,

I am your hearts' throb,

Your very very and very own breath ,

Your very blood and sweat,

Your true and very much your vision,

I am what you want me to be ,

A river,a stone, a monument,

Or a real lover at sea!.

I am what I am as you already know,

What else you want from me !?

For I am what I am,as far as you

And god, my love can see!.

Hope now you will my sole,'heart'

Love, really and truly love me!.


Our Apple Tree SIX

Long, long ago my friend did u know ,

The only tree that the we inherited was ,

An apple tree, as it did then,as it does now,

Depicts fruitfullness and human seeds ,

That grow from generation to generation,

And that message did we get and give,

To generation after genaration, humanity,

And today

We are the products of that hidden secret ,

We call,u know what ever it be!.

Sitting beneath the apple tree,

Einstein saw the world's most secret vision,

A falling apple to the ground and later

Scientifically,

He created his theory of Relativity!.

As he enjoyed the sweetness of the breeze ,

Sitting under the Apple tree,

He created a science, which today is knowledge,

All just sitting below an apple tree!.




Unsound Mind SEVEN
do it just as u wanna do
thats fair,
hold the knife and turn him aroud,
thats what u should do,
imperfect folks who accept imperfection
only r perfect but alas,
Just doing what I must do
like one means an affair,
do what u do but do it right,
also take a second chance opinion,
do not rust but only trust,
urself in all situations
that only should be ur intention!.
hope it heWww@QuestionHome@Com

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