• Name a poem or poet that is not boring?

    Best answer: Alan Seeger,,,I Have A Rendezvous With Death.
    Best answer: Alan Seeger,,,I Have A Rendezvous With Death.
    20 answers · 4 days ago
  • Who is Robert Frost?

    7 answers · 19 hours ago
  • Could I get some feedback on this poem?

    Unrequited It's not his fault. She was too quick to trust The beautiful boy With sparkling eyes And messy hair. Too willing to give him everything She ever had And everything She couldn't afford to give up But he never owed her anything. Even after she gave him Her entire world. He never promised her a... show more
    Unrequited It's not his fault. She was too quick to trust The beautiful boy With sparkling eyes And messy hair. Too willing to give him everything She ever had And everything She couldn't afford to give up But he never owed her anything. Even after she gave him Her entire world. He never promised her a single thing. She sits in the dark, night after night, Sifting through the pile of All the shooting stars, Fluffy white dandelions And birthday wishes She ever wasted on him. She still loves him Because she doesn't blame him. When she fell He never said he would be there To catch her. She can feel herself Slowly fading from his mind And soon She knows he'll forget about her. And it hurts So, so bad. Still, she tries, every day, To patch the holes in his happiness With pieces of her own. She knows He never meant To hurt her. Delusion is dangerous, And sometimes The hardest thing is to let go Of something you never had. She's trying To forget But how can she? He is her world, Her sky, her everything. For now, She takes refuge in the memories That they made together. Someday, she'll be okay again.
    7 answers · 2 days ago
  • Does a poem need to rhyme to be a poem?

    4 answers · 1 hour ago
  • Is this a nice poem to give as a gift?

    Best answer: This is lit, I wish every person could look at parenting this way, all I've known is that I was an issue (atleast treated like this by my so called mom) never met my dad, he got deported back to Mexico, I'm now 15 and have lived with people who actually loved me for 7 yrs so far, and without a single sight... show more
    Best answer: This is lit, I wish every person could look at parenting this way, all I've known is that I was an issue (atleast treated like this by my so called mom) never met my dad, he got deported back to Mexico, I'm now 15 and have lived with people who actually loved me for 7 yrs so far, and without a single sight of my "mom". Good luck, I live for people like YOU.
    7 answers · 3 days ago
  • Is this a nice poem?

    Best answer: Yes and it would make inexpensive gifts for Christmas.
    Write it inside the cards you sent.
    They will cherish the effort and thoughtfulness.
    Best answer: Yes and it would make inexpensive gifts for Christmas.
    Write it inside the cards you sent.
    They will cherish the effort and thoughtfulness.
    5 answers · 2 days ago
  • Pls help edit this poem. I don't know how to improve it.?

    I want to show how moving to a whole new country affected me. I didn’t want to miss the things back home like my family and the holidays and things like that but I was excited to move to a new place, to meet new people, and basically start a new life. Moving to Ghana my heart was filled with pain, yet with... show more
    I want to show how moving to a whole new country affected me. I didn’t want to miss the things back home like my family and the holidays and things like that but I was excited to move to a new place, to meet new people, and basically start a new life. Moving to Ghana my heart was filled with pain, yet with excitement, I didn’t want to stress, I told myself “live life to the fullest” I wanted to stay where I was but go where I was headed, If only I knew what I really wanted. What seemed to be a long time was suddenly approaching, It was time for the goodbyes, time to start packing. Soon I arrived but little did I know, This was my future, it was time to let my past go. A new chapter, a new beginning, Time to move on to a better thing. Here’s a blank page for me to start, To enjoy myself and follow my heart
    4 answers · 21 hours ago
  • If I go to a poetry slam and read a poem admitting to stupidly catcalling and street harassing, will I be applauded for admission or booed?

    Best answer: It depends on what poem you are going to write or create.
    Use your best judgment and just accept for the results.
    Best answer: It depends on what poem you are going to write or create.
    Use your best judgment and just accept for the results.
    8 answers · 4 days ago
  • Could someone explain every line of this poem please. 5 star best answer?

    The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for the wind's mouth, (metaphor) who comes with a breath of ice (metaphor) from the blue caves of the south. O dark and fierce day: the wind like an angry bee (simile) hunts for the black honey in the pits of the hollow sea. Waves of shadow wash (metaphor) the... show more
    The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for the wind's mouth, (metaphor) who comes with a breath of ice (metaphor) from the blue caves of the south. O dark and fierce day: the wind like an angry bee (simile) hunts for the black honey in the pits of the hollow sea. Waves of shadow wash (metaphor) the empty shell bone-bare, and like a bone it sings (simile) a bitter song of air. Who built and laboured here? The wind and the sea say -Their cold nest is broken (metaphor) and they are blown away- They did not breed nor love, each in his cell alone cried as the wind now cries (simile) through this flute of stone. (metaphor)
    4 answers · 1 day ago
  • Have you ever lost someone to suicide?

    A crowd of people gathered closely in the park, Wearing colored beads to name the ones they'd lost. All had come from places where the land was sere and stark, Or sailed upon the waters where hopes and dreams were tossed. Orange and green and purple strands, one for each that died, Sharing hope from deepest... show more
    A crowd of people gathered closely in the park, Wearing colored beads to name the ones they'd lost. All had come from places where the land was sere and stark, Or sailed upon the waters where hopes and dreams were tossed. Orange and green and purple strands, one for each that died, Sharing hope from deepest sorrow, beacons in the night. Yet my heart was stricken with sensed grief each time I spied Someone bearing the mighty burden of a strand that was pure white. These brave souls releasing doves in their loved ones' names Made me feel connected to something beyond this; I grew more wise, and calmer- I will never be the same, Watching the flocks soar away, happy just to exist. After being a part of the Walk in Remembrance with Hope for Survivors of Suicide Loss.
    17 answers · 1 week ago
  • What happened to Jimmy Stainthorpe in Wilfred Gibson's poem 'breakfast'?

    Best answer: Jimmy Stainthorpe is just a football player who played full-back instead of Billy Bradford, which a soldier in the trenches is recollecting from a football game between Hull United and Halifax, so Stainthorpe wasn't in the trenches.
    Best answer: Jimmy Stainthorpe is just a football player who played full-back instead of Billy Bradford, which a soldier in the trenches is recollecting from a football game between Hull United and Halifax, so Stainthorpe wasn't in the trenches.
    4 answers · 2 days ago
  • Exposure by Wilfred Owen - What does this line mean?

    In this poem, In stanza 5 (first line), what can, 'Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces' suggest? I do not have a clear idea to what it means. Please answer fast, thank you :)
    In this poem, In stanza 5 (first line), what can, 'Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces' suggest? I do not have a clear idea to what it means. Please answer fast, thank you :)
    4 answers · 2 days ago
  • What words would you take away or add to this excerpt?

    Holding arms, fighting lately, Nothing in you when you hate me, Aiming low, bullets grazing, ripping skin already fading.
    Holding arms, fighting lately, Nothing in you when you hate me, Aiming low, bullets grazing, ripping skin already fading.
    4 answers · 3 days ago
  • Please help, metaphor poem about family??

    Best answer: Something like... "When the wind tussles our branches, our roots run stong And we hold each other up when a storm of sorrow falls " I dunno I used to love writing poems and can get one done in about twenty minutes if you give me some sort of rubric and what grade your in that way I know what may be... show more
    Best answer: Something like...

    "When the wind tussles our branches, our roots run stong
    And we hold each other up when a storm of sorrow falls "

    I dunno I used to love writing poems and can get one done in about twenty minutes if you give me some sort of rubric and what grade your in that way I know what may be expected.

    Reply if you'd want my help, as I'd be happy too assist. :)
    6 answers · 5 days ago
  • Do you like my Poem My wife the ultimate eater competitor?

    While my wife was changing channels All nice and warm and in her flannels She wonders what they all are doing With all those dogs that they are chewing I told her that the sport is new But it does draw quite a few It seems it is the newest craze I think they starve themselves for days She says she... show more
    While my wife was changing channels All nice and warm and in her flannels She wonders what they all are doing With all those dogs that they are chewing I told her that the sport is new But it does draw quite a few It seems it is the newest craze I think they starve themselves for days She says she thinks she wants to try it But after that, she'll have to diet I think for all the things she's done Watching this, should sure be fun She's warming up, she's up to twenty If it was me that would be plenty I think she is a great dog eater I start to think that none will beat her Then she got tied at sixty-eight But she had one more in her plate And when she swallowed sixty-nine Behind me sprung a scary line But with that she nearly fainted Maybe one was kinda tainted But when they told her she had won She barfed them up, till there was none
    4 answers · 3 days ago
  • How do you make money from poetry?

    9 answers · 1 week ago