What do u think of this poem called Ten Chances?
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its pretty good it kinda sounds like it could be a narration for a movie with a dude with a gambling problem or something (kinda) and i like the way the whole poem is counting to 10 oh and in reply to the person who said u said you say roll the dice too much i think he should learn something about poetry i mean anyone who knows anything about poetry knows that a stanza is one of the many tools of a poet
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SONNET 29 PARAPHRASE \nWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When I've run out of luck and people look down on me, \nI all alone beweep my outcast state All alone I lament my fate as an outcast* \nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And pray to heaven but my cries go unheard \nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, And look at myself, cursing my fate, \nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, Wishing I were like one* who had more hope in life \nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends, \nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope, I desire this man's art and that man's range*, \nWith what I most enjoy contented least; I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. \nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising, But in this mood almost despising myself, \nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, I think of you and then my state of sadness \nLike to the lark at break of day arising Like the lark at the break of day, rises \nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; From the gloomy earth and I sing hyms to heaven; \nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings For thinking of your love brings such happiness to mind \nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. That then I would not change my state with kings. \nANALYSIS\n\n\n[Line 2]* - The poet's 'outcast state' is possibly a reference to his lack of work as a player due to the closing of the theatres in 1592. It also could be a reference to the attack on Shakespeare at the hands of Robert Greene (see below). \n\n[Line 5]* - Sometimes editors report that, in lines 5 and 6, the poet is referring to his friend, likely the Earl of Southampton. However, if lines 13 and 14 are addressed to the friend, then the previous reference to the friend in lines 5 and 6 seems out of place and illogical. It makes more sense to assume that lines 5 and 6 are not addressed to one person in particular, in keeping with the later references to "this man's art" and "that man's scope". \n\n[Line 7]* - "range" = "range of opportunity". \n\nSonnet 29 shows us the poet at his most insecure and troubled. He feels himself unlucky, disgraced, and jealous of those around him. What is causing the poet's anguish one can only guess, but an examination of the circumstances surrounding his life at the time he wrote sonnet 29 could help us to understand his depression. In 1592, the London theatres closed due to a severe outbreak of the plague. Although it is possible that Shakespeare toured the outlying areas of London with acting companies like Pembroke's Men or Lord Strange's Men, it seems more likely that he left the theatre entirely during this time, possibly to work on his non-dramatic poetry. The closing of the playhouses made it hard for Shakespeare and other actors of the day to earn a living. With plague and poverty threatening his life, it is only natural that he felt "in disgrace with fortune". Moreover, in 1592 there came a scathing attack on Shakespeare by dramatist Robert Greene, who wrote in a deathbed diary: "There is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tygers heart wrapt in a Players hide supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and, being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country." Shakespeare was deeply disturbed by this assault, feeling disgraced in "men's eyes" as well as fortune's.\n\nThe poet is so forlorn that even the passion for his profession as an actor seems to have died (8). But the sonnet ends with a positive affirmation that all is not lost -- that the poet's dear friend can compensate for the grief he feels. See the analysis of Sonnet 30 for more information.
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Basically it is a poem of 5 lines and must have a set number of syllables\nThe normaly set is a 5 7 5 7 7 ( each number being the number of sylables in each line)\n\nThese sorces will help
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Good one :]\n\nBut one exception to your poem:\n\nI can't FORGET your funny poem.(My forgetter would become a little worse) :]\n\nHave a nice day :]
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This was a very good poem. I like to write poems too and I thought this one had a lot of feeling in it. You definitely get the message when you read it.
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lol...that's so sweet...\ni dunno..mayb u can make one up based on any other poem,or just start from scratch?\ni just hope laura n corey culd live happily evr after!!gud luck!!
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Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.\n\nIn prosperity, our friends know us & in adversity, we know our friends. \n\nAnger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind. \n\nYou can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future.\n\nLove...and you shall be loved. \n\nAll people smile in the same language. \n\nEveryone needs to be loved.. especially when they do not deserve it. \n\nThe real measure of a man's wealth is what he has invested in eternity. \n\nEveryone has beauty but not everyone sees it. \n\nIt's important for parents to live the same things they teach. \n\nIf you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for. \n\nThe choice you make today will usually affect tomorrow. \n\nTake time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul. \n\nPatience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears. \n\nLove is strengthened by working through conflicts together. \n\nHarsh words break no bones but they do break hearts. \n\nTo get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it. \n\nWe take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for. \n\nLove is the only thing that can be divided without being diminished. \n\nHappiness is enhanced by others but does not depend upon others. \n\nFor every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back. \n\nDo what you can, for who you can, with what you have, and where you are.
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i made this up just for your question.\nso please let me know what you think.\nConsequences...\n\nLife free as a bird\nor as a dog in a cage\nthe result becomes clear\nthe more that we age\n\nmaybe they're wrong\nmaybe they're right\nthese choices we make\nevery day and every night\n\nConsequences are there\nweither they're good or bad\nwe made the choice\nis the result happy or sad\n\nremember this please\nin the mind's book\nconsequences happen\njust take a look
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I actually think this is a good poem, did you actually make this up?, if yes good job!
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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i can say to u thatz my best Poem...\nand the count.. of it is:\n\nBeware the fantasy that speaks,\nThe vague ideal that springs a soul.\nNo marriage can avoid the shoal\nThat lies beneath such sun-drenched peaks.\nNo love but may retreat to stone\nAs sirens sad the heart entice.\nTwo names entwine in paradise\nWhile here two lovers lie alone.
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I don't know if it's the same poem, but there's one and I can't remember all the words, but here are a few...\n\nI didn't think and I forgot\n................all the lot\nWorn and weary and haggard and pale\nThey follow the path of the men who fail.\n\nThe poem goes on from there, but I don't remember the rest....
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I've always liked this poem...\n\nOne night I had a dream--\nI dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord \nand across the sky flashed scenes from my life. \nFor each scene I noticed two sets of footprints, \none belonged to me and the other to the Lord. \nWhen the last scene of my life flashed before me,\nI looked back at the footprints in the sand.\nI noticed that many times along the path of my life,\nthere was only one set of footprints.\nI also noticed that it happened at the very lowest\nand saddest times in my life. \nThis really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it. \n"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,\nyou would walk with me all the way,\nbut I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life\nthere is only one set of footprints. \n"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,\nyou should leave me." \nThe Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,\nI love you and I would never, never leave you\nduring your times of trial and suffering. \n"When you saw only one set of footprints,\nit was then that I carried you."\n\nMary Stevens
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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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Wow, I just got done reading that poem. He is a great poet. \n\nThis is what I think he is saying in his poem. He talks about his "thirtieth year to heaven" his birthday, and the child. Turning 30 is kinda traumatic. He woke up to a beautiful day, decided to take a walk, soaking in nature and his home, everything that is familiar to him. It reminded him of a birthday in his childhood. Beautiful... then suddenly changing to gray fog and rain. He is and never will be that child again though that child is still alive inside him, knowing that he was happy then, missing that time of his life, knowing that time is always shoving you forward always closer and closer to death. But then at the end he can remember that he is lucky to be alive, though the sadness is still tainting him.\n\nThat's just my idea.
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It makes me think of my Nanny...how she always worried about everyone close to her and what she could do for them no matter how much it took from her own life....here is the poem so others can give an opinion!\n\nThe Great Goddess (Die Grosse Gottin) \n \nShe mends things, mends things,\nbent above her smashed darning-egg,\none end of the thread between her lips.\nShe mends day and night.\nNo end of new ladders, new holes.\n\nAt times she nods off,\nfor a moment only,\na century.\nWith a start she wakes up\nand mends things, mends things.\n\nHow small she’s become,\nsmall, blind and lined!\nShe feels for the holes\nin the world with her thimble\nand mends things, mends things.
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LUCKY\n\nA four leaf clover\nA bird pooing on you\n7 of anything coming at once\nLucky horseshoe\nA naked woman at the helm of a ship\nYour clothes being caught on a bush\nA new moon\nSneezing 3 times before breakfast\nYour hair being cut during a storm\nSleeping on unironed sheets\nCarrying an acorn in your pocket\nWhistleing in the dark\nFinding a penny and picking it up\nA ladybird\nA bluebird\nCarrying a rabbit's foot.\nCrickets chirping\nPutting on your clothes inside out\nPicking up a pin\nSeeing Bats flying overhead at nightfall\nWalking in the rain\n\nUNLUCKY\n\nA black cat crossing your path\nSpilling salt\nBreaking a mirror\nA horse sweating\nWalking under ladders\nDropping a knife and picking it up\nGiving an empty purse\nMilk curdling\nPutting a hat on the bed\nTaking off your wedding ring\nSeeing an owl during the day\nOpening an umbrella indoors\nKilling a seagull\nBread not rising\nKilling a cricket\nPutting your left foot on the floor first up when you get out of bed\nPutting shoes on a table\n\nI was born on Friday 13th so I don't class that as an unlucky day for me. I do however follow some of the above and try to counteract them if I can. If I drop and knife or a glove in my house. I always leave it on the floor and ask somebody else to pick it up for me. The same with spilling salt. If I do I throw some over my shoulder.\n\nAll of them are old wives tales that have travelled through the centuries from the days of when they used to burn people as witches. These omens of good and bad luck have stayed with us and have been passed from generation to generation. They have never died out. It makes you wonder if there is some truth in them after all.