what kind of poem does a poet write in outer space?
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a limitless one perhaps? like the universe has no end, and neither does the subject he or she is writing a poem about
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Nice poem!!!! can I quote?
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This poem is really a good poem... Yes it is a good peom... The meaning is not deep but when you want a deeper meeanig then put the words into your life then you will understand the real meaning of the peom\n\nDesiderata \n\nGo placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story. \n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans. \n\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism. \n\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass. \n\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself. \n\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. \n\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. \n\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. \n\n\nMax Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952
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The Flower That Lives Above The Clouds\nLONG ago, long ago when the flowers first woke to life on this dear earth, each chose where it would live as it chose, too, the color of its petals.\n"I will cover the ground and make the bare soil gay with green blades," cried the grass.\n"I will live in the fields and by roadsides," laughed the daisy.\n"I, too," echoed the buttercup, the cornflower, the poppy, and the clover.\n"Give me the ponds and the lakes," the water lily called.\n"And let us have the streams and the marshes," begged the irises, cowslips, and Jacks-in-the-pulpit.\n"We love the shaded, ferny woodland spots," lisped the shy forget-me-nots and wood-violets.\n"And we wish to be petted in gardens," declared the rose, the pansies, the sweet williams, the hollyhocks.\n"I love the warm dry sun — I will go to the sandy desert," said the cactus. So all places except the bare ridges of high mountains were chosen. To these, no flower wished to go.\n"There is not enough food there!" the daisy explained.\n"There is not enough warmth! There is not enough food!" all decided. " It is so bare and chilly! Let the gray moss go and cover the rocks," they said.\nBut the moss was loath to go.\n"When one cannot live without moisture, warmth, nourishment — when one must have petting or live in a garden, surely the bleak places of the mountains must do without flowers! How foolish it would be to try to make the ragged, bare mountain-tops lovely! Let the gray moss go — he has not yet chosen!"\nSo the gray moss went up the high mountains because he was told to go. He climbed over the bare rocks beyond the places where forests ceased to grow. All was desolate and silent up there.\nUp higher and higher crept the gray moss. It went even above the clouds where the ragged rocks were covered with ice and snow.\nThere it stopped short in amazement, for it found a quiet star-shaped flower clinging to the crags and blossoming! It was white like the snow around it, and its heart was of soft yellow. So cold was it up there that the little flower had cased its leaves in soft wool to keep warm and living in the bleakness.\n"Oh!" cried the gray moss, stopping short. "How came you here where there was no warmth, no moisture, no nourishment? It is high above the forests, high above the clouds! I came because I was sent. Who are you?"\nThen the little starry flower nodded in the chill wind. "I am the edelweiss," it said. "I came here quietly because there was need of me, that some blossom might brighten these solitudes."\n"And didn't they tell you to come?"\n"No," said the little flower. "It was because the mountains needed me. There are no flowers up here but me."\nThe edelweiss is closer to the stars than the daisy, the buttercup, the iris, or the rose. Those who have courage, like it, have found it high above the clouds, where it grows ever gladly. They call it Noble White — that is its name, edelweiss! Love, like the edelweiss, knows not self-sacrifice.\n\n\nAnd\nOn a crisp spring morning a young Bavarian couple set out on a hike through the mountains with grand alpine peaks piercing the blue skies of southern Germany. A few hours into their hike, they have walked through meadows full of blooming yellow, blue and purple wildflowers. However, they have not come across the one flower they want to find- the Edelweiss. Just beyond, the young man spots the white flower with felt like petals on an exposed cliff. In order to pick the Edelweiss, he ignores his own safety to prove his bravery. Reaching out on loose rock, he finally has the flower, the “ultimate love charm” of the Alps. With the simple gesture of giving the young woman the Edelwiess, the young man is once and for all able to express his lasting love.\nFor generations this flower has been the insp
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Pablo Neruda' love poems can melt pages (if you can read Spanish. Sometimes the translators don't get it right).\n\n Personal fave Edgar Allan Poe's Eleonora.
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if u can type the poem i cn help
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William Wordworth\n\nI wandered lonely as a cloud \nThat floats on high o'er vales and hills, \nWhen all at once I saw a crowd, \nA host, of golden daffodils; \nBeside the lake, beneath the trees, \nFluttering and dancing in the breeze.\n\nContinuous as the stars that shine \nAnd twinkle on the milky way, \nThey stretched in never-ending line \nAlong the margin of a bay: \nTen thousand saw I at a glance, \nTossing their heads in sprightly dance.\n\nThe waves beside them danced; but they \nOut-did the sparkling waves in glee: \nA poet could not but be gay, \nIn such a jocund company: \nI gazed - and gazed - but little thought \nWhat wealth the show to me had brought:\n\nFor oft, when on my couch I lie \nIn vacant or in pensive mood, \nThey flash upon that inward eye \nWhich is the bliss of solitude; \nAnd then my heart with pleasure fills, \nAnd dances with the daffodils.
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Like a suqare peg in a round hole... \nLike a harp without its strings... \nLike a sailor who sails no oceans, \nLike a bird that has no wings... \n\nWithout love, I am a desert, \nWithout love, my light is dim... \nWithout love, I have no treasures... \nWithout love, I cannot win \n\n(Without love) ... We are like ships in the night \n(Without love) ... Selling our souls down the river \nSailing away and forever our pleasure is blue.... \n\nLike a dream that has no dreamer, \nLike a cloud without a sky... \nLike a truth with no believer, \nLike a mother without a child... \n\nWithout love, I have no pleasures, \nWithout love, my light is dim... \nWithout love, I have no treasures... \nWithout love, my chance is slim \n\n(Without love) ... We are like ships in the night \n(Without love) ... Selling our souls down the river \nSailing away and forever our pleasure is blue....
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Like a burning star lighting up the midnight sky.............\n\nWEll?? What do you think??  I write alot of poetry... So,, feel free to email me  TOMCAZZ65@YAHOO.COM  love to chat with you -)  Tom xoox
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what type of quotes?\n\nhttp://www.sylviaengdahl.com/space/quotes.htm
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Eliza loved the mOON AND TRIED TO RELATE LOTS OF THING S TO IT. iM not sure which poem exactly you mean though is it flower to the moon
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Not sure, but you could check out my poems on my yahoo 360 \n\nand post a comment and vote for your favourite!!\n\nOh ok..try the links below as well!!\n\nGood Luck\n\nJimmy
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desert geo poem ???\nno problem\n\ndesert barren never can be\nfor it's not all sand\nNoah suprised will be\nof the animals prowling in the dunes\n\nMade that up. Don't forget to mention the source.
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Remember, poems are word images that express feelings. Ask yourself a question about the images in the poem, or the feelings it gives you. Then restate your question as a statement.\n\nExample:\nWhy did Frost select the birch tree to talk about?\n\nNow review the poem, look for answers, and make a statement about the question. There's a thesis right there.
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Here's the sonnet...\n\n\nSonnet -- To Science \n\nScience! true daughter of Old Time thou art!\n  Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.\nWhy preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,\n  Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?\nHow should he love thee? or deem thee wise?\n  Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering\nTo seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,\n  Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?\nHast thou not dragged Diana from her car?\n  And driven the Hamadryad from the wood\nTo seek a shelter in some happier star?\n  Has thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,\nThe Elfin from the green grass, and from me\nThe summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?\n\n-- Edgar Allan Poe\n\n\nGood luck!
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I think,there must be a seperate state of poets where there is only love,poetry,inspirations,feelings etc.every one talk to other in poems .Poets muat have thier own imaginary world.
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You might check out the poetry of e.e. cummings or Maya Angelou ... I'm thinking they may have some, but I don't recall.\n\nAllusion\nFrom Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia\nJump to: navigation, search\nAllusion is a stylistic device in which one implicitly references a related object or circumstance that has occurred or existed in an external context. An allusion is understandable only to those with earlier knowledge of the reference in question (as the writer assumes the reader has).\n\nAn eponym is a similar phenomenon where a real or fictional person's name is given to something.\n\n[edit]\nExamples\n \nThe title of James Joyce's novel Ulysses is an overt allusion to the hero of Homer's Odyssey.Utopian discord \nA Pearl Harbor sneak-attack \nAll roads lead to Rome (often an idiom) \nA Draconian law \nIn The Matrix Reloaded (2003) Morpheus states, "I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me (sic)", which alludes to a quote by King Nebuchadnezzar from Daniel 2:3 of the Old Testament. This is known as a religious allusion. \nHalcyon days is a reference to calm days once believed to surround the brooding of the Halcyon (Genus). \nLand of the Morningstar is a reference to Hell arising from a common misreading of Isaiah 14:12 that names the Devil as the Morningstar. This reading is a misappropriation of the Latin word Lucifer that fails to match a careful reading of the original Hebrew. \nSalad days is a reference to Shakespeare's description of youth as a time of naïvité and indiscretion. \nA son of the morning is a traveler; an allusion to the practice in the Middle East of rising before dawn so one wouldn't have to travel in the heat of day. \nThe poetry of T.S. Eliot is often described as "allusive", because of his habit of referring to names, places or images that may only make sense in the light of prior knowledge. This technique can add to the experience, but for the uninitiated can make Eliot's work seem dense and hard to decipher.\n\nRetrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allusion"