what kind of poem does a poet write in outer space?
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The second word is probably "verse." So it could be:\nfree verse\nuni verse
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You could read this poem:\n\nDo Not Stand at My Grave and Weep\n \nDo not stand at my grave and weep,\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow.\nI am the diamond glint on snow.\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain.\nI am the gentle autumn rain.\n\nWhen you wake in the morning's hush,\nI am the sweet, uplifting rush \nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\nI am the soft starlight at night.\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep.\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\nDo not stand at my grave and cry.\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\nMary Frye (1932)
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of course.  Here are some of the classics.  I'm sticking to love poems because they are my favorites.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nWilliam Shakespeare\n\n\nSHALL I compare thee to a summer’s day?   \nThou art more lovely and more temperate:   \nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,   \nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date:   \nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,          5 \nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d;   \nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,   \nBy chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;   \nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,   \nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,   10 \nNor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,   \nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;   \n  So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,   \n  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. \n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\nElizabeth Barrett Browning \n  \n  \nHOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  \nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height  \nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight  \nFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.  \nI love thee to the level of everyday’s         5 \nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.  \nI love thee freely, as men strive for Right;  \nI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.  \nI love thee with the passion put to use  \nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.         10 \nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose  \nWith my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,  \nSmiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,  \nI shall but love thee better after death. \n \n-----------------------------------------------------------\n\nDoes that help?  I can give more.
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My clothing is still,\nwhen I traverse the earth, \nor leave a house,\nor stir up the seas.\nThis lofty air recedes me \nwith my trappings \nbeyond the heroes bend,\nthen widely, \nthe strength of the clouds\nhides me from folk.\nSounding loud and singing bright, \nthey sing of my armour, \nyet I nearby am not\nto water and earth\nto sailor's breath.\n\n \n\n\n\n\n(A note on transcription of pesky OE letters: The above poem is rendered as a jpeg in order to show the OE letters, thorn and eth. That option isn't feasible for the following essay and thus I have switched to using 'th' for both.)\n\n \n\nSome Observations\nA common answer given for this riddle is "Swan".(1) The symbolism in this riddle has some interesting connections with that of the Swan in Celtic cultures. (Don't mix up the Anglo-Saxons with the Celts. These are different peoples. But in some places, they lived in close proximity to each other leading to the possibility of cross-fertilization.)\n\nTo the Celts, the swan was related to music. In the above riddle there are several lines devoted to singing. The swan also commanded the three elements mentioned in the riddle: air (hea lyft, wolcna strengu), water (wado drefe, flode), and earth (hrusan trede, foldan). And the swan was also linked to travel between this world and the Otherworld. (2) The final word of the riddle, "gæst" means both "guest" and "spirit,soul,ghost." (3)\n\nA bit further afield than the Celts, in Serbian folklore, the swan was conected to the vile (sg. vila, remember them from the fourth Harry Potter book?).(4) The vile were woodland nymphs which seems a bit of a stretch, but one word in the poem might indicate a connection. "Hryste" is listed in Clark Hall as meaning either jewels or "hillock or wooded immenence."\n\nLL
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Look in Falling Up or Where the Sidewalk Ends or any other collection of Shel Silverstein.  He gets outside the box when it omes to poetry.  You might also want to look at some of Carl Sandburg's works.
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Robert Frost has several poems with magnificent use of sensory language.  My personal favorites are "Stopping By Woods" and "My November Guest".  Bellow is a link to some of his works.  The link below will take you to several of his works.
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One you wrote yourself,from the heart.\nNo other poem already written,will say quite what you want to say.
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Awesome poem! I like the way it flows, and how you put feeling into the poem. Kick-A**-Tic. Let me know if you write any more. ROCK ON!!
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Do a google search on poets.  Is there a specific one you're looking for?\n\nEdgar Allan Poe\n\nRobert Frost\n\nTry this site:\n\nhttp://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets.htm
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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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i like a poem with really deep poetic lines...something that moves me after reading it...something that could possibly change how i feel about a subject after reading it...
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Just poetry\nOk, we need poetry sometimes.
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By Robert Heinlein  \n\nOrphans of the sky
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www.google.com\n\nthen search for the authors name and put 'poems' next to it, and you should find a huge list of them
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A poem that gives artistic representation of an abstract quality or idea as a person.
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This is a beautiful poem about losing a loved one..\n\nWhen I'm gone from your side, \nAnd all your tears have been dried ...\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep, \n\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\n\n\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow;\n\nI am the diamond glints on snow;\n\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain; \n\nI am the gentle autumn's rain.\n\n\n\n\nWhen you awaken in the morning hush, \n\nI am the swift uplifting rush \n\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\n\nI am the soft star that shines at night.\n\n\n\n\nAnd when you stroll in the evening hours, \n\nAnd smell the aroma of beautiful flowers;\n\nThere'll be no need to sob and cry ...\n\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\n\n~ Author Unknown ~
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How about Space Oddity by David Bowie?\n\nDavid Bowie - Space Oddity Lyrics   \n\nGround control to Major Tom\nGround control to Major Tom\nTake your protein pills and put your helmet on\n\nGround control to Major Tom\n(10, 9, 8, 7)\nCommencing countdown, engines on\n(6, 5, 4, 3)\nCheck ignition, and may God's love be with you\n(2, 1, liftoff)\n\nThis is ground control to Major Tom,\nYou've really made the grade\nAnd the papers want to know whose shirts you wear\nNow it's time to leave the capsule if you dare\n\nThis is Major Tom to ground control\nI'm stepping through the door\nAnd I'm floating in the most peculiar way\nAnd the stars look very different today\n\nFor here am I sitting in a tin can\nFar above the world\nPlanet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do\n\nThough I'm past 100,000 miles\nI'm feeling very still\nAnd I think my spaceship knows which way to go\nTell my wife I love her very much, she knows\n\nGround control to Major Tom,\nYour circuit's dead, there's something wrong\nCan you hear me Major Tom?\nCan you hear me Major Tom?\nCan you hear me Major Tom?\nCan you...\n\nHere am I sitting in a tin can\nFar above the moon\nPlanet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do....