Any of you ever write a pantoums poem, a fourteener poem, or a used to/but now poem!? If so please share!. You can also share anyother type of poem you've written!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Question Home |
Position:Home>Poetry> Your poems?Question: Your poems!? Any of you ever write a pantoums poem, a fourteener poem, or a used to/but now poem!? If so please share!. You can also share anyother type of poem you've written!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Here's a poem I wrote about Beauty, a few weeks ago!. Beauty Can't Be Bought "Look what we are selling here for fifteen ninety nine For such a small price your face could look like mine" Don't you want flawless skin, a perfectly molded face!? Any signs of imperfections, gone without a trace!. We can cover you up, it doesn't take too much But if you want to stay intact you really should not touch Just apply more makeup, it isn't hard to do You need it to be beautiful, you know that this is true To go outside the house with a face so bare That would be unthinkable, your skin is much too fair Apply a little bronzer, look now you have a tan You better use more lipstick if you want to keep your man No such thing as too much eyeshadow, you can not use enough People think your eyes are big and bold, don't let them call your bluff Apply some more eyeliner, and more mascara too, If your lashes still aren't long enough, we have fake ones for you!. Some blush to make you shimmer, you're just about complete Add a few more coats of gloss to make your lips look sweet Go draw on your eyebrows because they don't look good enough Now it's safe to go outside, just look at you hot stuff! No one can see your face underneath the cosmetics You hide yourself beneath aesthetics I know how it feels because I've been there too But I'm done with that nonsense, I'm finished, I'm through! For I am beautiful and thus, do not need a mask Why should winsomeness be such a task!? Natural beauty is the kind that lasts forever and can not be bought, not now and not ever!. I'll still wear makeup, but only in moderation To make it who I am would be an abomination My face is not flawless, I have blemishes and such But I refuse to use foundation, I don't need a crutch I am who I am, and I'll be who I'll be, I have no desire to look like that girl on tv I am my own self and I don't pay a price So go die CoverGirl, I don't need your advice!. =DWww@QuestionHome@Com Lost containment Lost containment dreary outcomes Wash through my clammy soul And if somehow By day lark listless the starry night would not control The starry night would not control My ghastly phantoms washing through My weariness, my outcomes lying true If only Day lark could become a new My very soul clammed down under And all my fears would wash a blunder If only true If only true The daybreak could make anew If only Lark of dark or dreary could become a midnight merry And my twisted darkness coming washing through my blunt shield If only blitheness and content could reign within my heart and within the blame switch forth to fortress merriment Even during the midnight clammy the dark would sustain until morn And in the morn the dark would not be lifted, falling down within their veils If only by midnight true, If only midnight true To wish, to dream, in shadows failing The ghouls a’ wailing, I wish, the Lark could sing and re-lift the fortress of darkness gloom My fated soul shallow windowless falling down into the shaft, The shaft of twisted wonder and there lay morning dusk, not veiled, not made by musk, there lay morning dusk Death lift falling, drearily In the dream O’ blearily Rain swiftly dropping down into daybreak not Into morning dusk that will never be That, that is me Prologue Dreamless dance swirls bleary Nightmares reign writhing over And I dance wearily To their calling song sifting past eerily Nightmares calls If only daybreak would come glazing over the stars Lighting my world once again a’flame If only Lark of dark or dreary could become a midnight merry And my twisted darkness coming washing through my blunt shield If only blitheness and content could reign within my heart and within, the blame switch forth to fortress merriment Even during the midnight clammy the dark would sustain until morn And my terror would persist Forever more my cheerless gloom would settle For no more sky would resettle Gilded as gold would set No more, no more In the morn the dark would not be lifted, falling down within their veils If only by midnight true, If only midnight true Would leave a string of blue, If only true To wish, to dream, in shadows failing The ghouls a’ wailing, I wish, the Lark could sing and re-lift the fortress of darkness gloom My fated soul shallow windowless falling down into the shaft, The shaft of twisted wonder and there lay morning dusk, not veiled, not made by musk, there lay morning dusk Death lift falling, tediously In the dream O’ blearily Rain swiftly dropping down into daybreak not Into morning dusk that will never be That, that is me My nightmare a’ cask would never leave No more dreams but baring cries In the morning my soul would hide No sky, no sky I would sing out No heart has stayed through my pain Only the shell of me, of me Death lift falling, tediously In the dream O’ blearily Rain swiftly dropping down into daybreak not Into morning dusk that will never be That, that is me That's the two i can think of on the top of my head hope you enjoy!Www@QuestionHome@Com I haven't a clue what pantoums or fourteener poems are, and haven't written a used to/but not now poem!. However, I wrote a really, really stupid poem and posted it on poetry!.com to see if they would tell me I was a semi-finalist!. I suspected that they told everyone that no matter the poem content - in order to get people to buy their books or other products - I was right!. I later learned that they were investigated by 20/20 or some TV program like that!. If you want to see the poem, it is called Chameleons!. You will see what I mean about stupid!. If you read down the left margin, you will see the name of the person I wrote it for as well!.Www@QuestionHome@Com SIAN Just whispered commands she will obey Though sometimes my voice is raised From dawn to dusk on any given day Sian calmly waits for well earned praise!. Her long tail wags on hearing my speech And at any movements her soft ears prick!. She has been a joy for nine years to teach, Knows me well and my every silly trick!. Regular daily grooming is the normal thing; Eyes, ears, nose and brushing her soft fur!. She sits in front of me as I do my thing Enjoying attention - if she were a cat she’d purr!. Sian is our Golden Labrador from the RSPCA Replacing Airedale, Rusty, who died in 1999!. In every way part of the family and that’s okay For she’s loved and respected and doing fine!. ?Www@QuestionHome@Com here's my humble writing : CLAIRVOYANCE'S ANGEL My life is gloom and dull, Misery even hate me so ; Woe is me, thus my soul, None care and really know!. Days, i waste in a daddle, Lonely cried and cupid laugh ; Clairvoyance then gave me an Angel, Clad with heart full of love!. She spoke her heart in word, And take away my sorrow ; Is there one who's worth, Who heals but left me hollow!. Doubts left me wonder from all angle, O me ! Do i deserve such an Angel!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Someone's there!.!.!. I hear someone walking, I hear someone tread, I hear someone talking, I hear someone dead, I sense someone behind me, I know someone's there, I dare look back and see, You wouldnt believe who's there!!Www@QuestionHome@Com It's cute how everyone thinks they're a poet!. These are all pretty bad!. Oh well!.Www@QuestionHome@Com i had a poem published when i was 12 years old, it was about my baby brother who died at a tender age of 4 1/2 months, of cot deathe when i was just 7 1/2!. I wrote this poem in march, i had a missed miscarriage February i had to have a d&c and i needed closure so this is the poem 4 my baby thats no longer with me i named the baby angel as is uni-sex, i hope i'm blessed in the not so far distant future!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!. ANGELS POEM NO FAREWELL WORDS WERE SPOKEN, NO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, YOU WERE GONE BEFORE WE KNEW IT AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY, UP IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE YOU WERE NOT TO COME JUST YET HOPE YOU COME BACK TO US, THE TIMING WAS JUST NOT YET YOU’LL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN AS WE KNOW YOU’LL BE BACK, THIS TIME WILL BE FOREVER AND THAT IS A FACT!. MUMMY AND DADDY WILL LOVE YOU, FOR ALL OF ETERNITY XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XXXX XXX XX XWww@QuestionHome@Com |