• Is it bad for poems to rhyme?

    Best answer: Not at all! I for one like poems that rhyme the best.
    Best answer: Not at all! I for one like poems that rhyme the best.
    16 answers · 3 days ago
  • How can i poetry?

    10 answers · 2 days ago
  • Can I get some fwebakc on this poem? Previously posted but no answers.?

    Blackbirds and the Moon. As I sat and I pondered, the sky painted itself a beautiful pastel orange. I had forgotten for a moment whether it was sunrise or sunset. My eyes burned as sunlight danced it's way into the sky. The chill in the air lifted along with it, blanketing me in warmth. The silence... show more
    Blackbirds and the Moon. As I sat and I pondered, the sky painted itself a beautiful pastel orange. I had forgotten for a moment whether it was sunrise or sunset. My eyes burned as sunlight danced it's way into the sky. The chill in the air lifted along with it, blanketing me in warmth. The silence surrounding me slowly filled with the cawing of black birds. I could hear them in the trees all around me. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound. Not one single sound, but a symphony of life. I gazed back up into the sky and saw the last slivers of the moon as it crept back to bed. I breathed a heavy sigh as I closed my eyes, and followed the moon to it's slumber. I can no longer hear black birds... -Destiny 02-17-2018
    8 answers · 2 days ago
  • Is my poem cool?

    Picture he lay still by the edge of the lake imigining he was whole memories like weaponized rpg's time bombs they dare not risk distortions
    Picture he lay still by the edge of the lake imigining he was whole memories like weaponized rpg's time bombs they dare not risk distortions
    4 answers · 2 days ago
  • How can I make a copy of this poem?

    5 answers · 3 days ago
  • Can someone use the word "prism" in a sentence for me? or give an example?

    Best answer: The sun came out, reflecting on the raindrops on the leaves like tiny prisms.
    Best answer: The sun came out, reflecting on the raindrops on the leaves like tiny prisms.
    7 answers · 6 days ago
  • What story does this poem tell? What is the theme?

    Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love and war no heed, Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe. No spiritual Caesars are theses dead; They want no proud paternal kingdom come; And when at last they blunder into bed World-wreaked, they... show more
    Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love and war no heed, Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe. No spiritual Caesars are theses dead; They want no proud paternal kingdom come; And when at last they blunder into bed World-wreaked, they seek only oblivion. Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep, These bone shanks will not wake immaculate To trumpet-toppling dawn of doomstruck day : They loll forever in colossal sleep; Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up From their fond, final, infamous decay
    5 answers · 5 days ago
  • Options on poem, something about it seems off.?

    The story that i hold took only moments to unfold, Kept to myself, there s next to no one I ve told, I wanted friendship, I was tired of being rejected, you were nice to me but there were many red flags I should have detected, You popped a movie in and the alcohol began to flow, what your true intentions were... show more
    The story that i hold took only moments to unfold, Kept to myself, there s next to no one I ve told, I wanted friendship, I was tired of being rejected, you were nice to me but there were many red flags I should have detected, You popped a movie in and the alcohol began to flow, what your true intentions were next I guess only you really know, Only moments in we headed to the shower, what stared off consensual ended in a show of power, You cupped my mouth and halted my voice, you were concerned if your roommates could hear not if this was my choice, I told you stop, that the answer was no, but some how you decided that, that still meant go, You put your hands up high on my back and it was that I knew, what you were getting ready to do, My heart sank down to the floor, that s when I didn t fight anymore, Tears began to stream down my face, I couldn t move, I was frozen in place, Eyes shut tight I hung my head, making pleas with God, wishing I were dead, Obliterated by you, I was no more, any self worth you took when my voice you chose to ignore, Done with me, you turned to see the shell of the person that used to be, You left me with words spoken, what you said was like salt on wounds cut wide open, With that you got out of the shower, taking with you all of my power
    6 answers · 1 week ago
  • Can I please get feedback on my poem?

    Best answer: didn't victor hugo write a similar poem?

    with all of these butterflies fluttering in my mind, i can not think or see.
    why o-death does thou not come for me, is it because like the butterfly, i am free.
    Best answer: didn't victor hugo write a similar poem?

    with all of these butterflies fluttering in my mind, i can not think or see.
    why o-death does thou not come for me, is it because like the butterfly, i am free.
    6 answers · 1 week ago
  • We're all born with a dream We wanna make come true?

    The best will climb to the top like me The rest will end up like you I bet it's hard to live with Knowing that you'll never be this fine Don't be distraught don't be sad You gave it your best try Listen, girlfriend....can't you see? I'm all of the things that you'll never be I'm... show more
    The best will climb to the top like me The rest will end up like you I bet it's hard to live with Knowing that you'll never be this fine Don't be distraught don't be sad You gave it your best try Listen, girlfriend....can't you see? I'm all of the things that you'll never be I'm cool like the rain and I'm hot like the sun I'm a neon rainbow and you're no fun May be time to retreat You need a diva review You can see I never miss a beat Your makeover's long overdue Just try to understand this It's not that I am trying to outshine You've got your inner beauty We can't all be divine Listen, girlfriend....can't you see? I'm all of the things that you'll never be I'm cool like the rain and I'm hot like the sun I'm a neon rainbow and you're no fun No one likes a girl who wears a silly frown Just wear a smile and you'll turn it all around Just think of happy things You'll see in no time Fun every day The clouds roll away Try it you'll see Just be more like me Listen, girlfriend....can't you see? I'm all of the things that you'll never be I'm cool like the rain and I'm hot like the sun I'm a neon rainbow and you're no fun
    4 answers · 1 week ago
  • Can you write an original Saint Valentines poem please?

    Can you write an original Saint Valentines poem please?

    Best answer: Yes,but seeing the mood,this is better. Tears of the Red Rose Walking though Nagasaki, the smell of flesh in the air, Hiroshima,nothing is left there, doesn't anyone even care? He drops a red rose. Burned villages in Vietnam, bodies are left to decay, Raped and killed for peace, what is there left to say? He... show more
    Best answer: Yes,but seeing the mood,this is better.

    Tears of the Red Rose

    Walking though Nagasaki,
    the smell of flesh in the air,
    Hiroshima,nothing is left there,
    doesn't anyone even care?
    He drops a red rose.

    Burned villages in Vietnam,
    bodies are left to decay,
    Raped and killed for peace,
    what is there left to say?
    He drops a red rose.

    Cambodia,Pol Pot rules,
    heads stuck up on poles,
    Others used as footballs,
    the bell continues its toll.
    He drops a red rose.

    Desert,an endless storm,
    civilians slaughtered for oil,
    Troops torture with cattle prods,
    as the Earth turns in toil.
    He drops a red rose.

    Sudan,a hell hole,no hope,
    walk for water,get raped,
    We ignore, making excuses,
    the bottom of the barrel we scraped.
    He drops a red rose.

    Walking through America,
    nothing is shared for free,
    Except for mindless violence,
    we are down upon our knees.
    He drops a red rose.

    The only tears you see are God's,
    the Angel's,even from Jesus himself,
    The way of the world today,
    A one way ticket to Hell.
    Did he drop a red rose?

    I suppose but the apathy is apalling,
    sickness replaced our sanity,
    We listen hearing the end is calling.

    Money,greed,control and vanity,
    manufactored insanity.
    Where do our priorities lay?
    tears fall as he drops a red rose,
    and silently walks away.

    The Bannibal One.Jan.26,2018.
    byeeexxx
    13 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • Could somebody critique this poem?

    Best answer: Metrically, it soars, but I disagree with 5/7 that the rhymes are unforced. Here and there, I know you're reaching, trying to keep the point of your crayon inside the lines of form. I can't FAULT that, 'cause I do it myself. That aside, formally it's great work. Thematically, you bite off a big... show more
    Best answer: Metrically, it soars, but I disagree with 5/7 that the rhymes are unforced. Here and there, I know you're reaching, trying to keep the point of your crayon inside the lines of form. I can't FAULT that, 'cause I do it myself. That aside, formally it's great work.

    Thematically, you bite off a big chunk. Not every reader will have the teeth to chew it. Do you think you reached that segment of the readership you aimed for? If so, kudos!

    But, um, here I deviate from criticism: I live to reach that kid who was a numbskull, until my words eased the paralysis of thought; you can't do that with lines that are too oblique, nor with allusions that are too obscure for the unscholarly.
    10 answers · 2 weeks ago