what do you think of my poem?
345795
Great! You didn't say how she died.  Sounds like you may have killed her...)(
522025
An interesting and sometimes-lovely poem. It's an acknowledgment of where and how the writer connects to his origins.\nPoetry doesn't need to make sense.  Like religion, it is often irrational.
332035
Sure, but you're question is a bit vague. What, specifically, do you want to know? I can type out the entire poem for you, if that's what you need.
1070869
Welllll...I belong to a poetry workshop online, and if I reviewed your poem, I might say something like this: Your poem is filled with obvious pain and honest emotion, however I feel in some places your creativity is compromised by the rhymes...by which I mean you are stretching to achieve rhyme in places, using things that otherwise might not fit the best, like "hardware in his ears" and watching him like a "bear". The repetition of bloodstain and drip are a bit much. The image of red blood on your white shirt is good-you should play that up a bit maybe. Poetry is hard work-keep writing and good luck! And please don't cut yourself over a guy, or anything else, btw. I hope that part is just poetic license. :)
666947
haha written just for you and thanks for another 2 pts. \n\ni wanted to write a poem to show you that i'm sorry\nbut my poor englsh is worst then dreaded cancers,\nso in order to appologise for my mistakes\nall i could do was ask yahoo answers,\nsome stranger wrote this poem for you\nbecuase i think as bad as i write,\ni just hope you will forgive me\ncause i do not want to fight.\n\n\ntada there you go :-)
280462
not sure just know i love the poem where it goes..I am nobody who are you? are you nobody too? then there is a pair of us. Shh don't tell they'll parish us.  how dreary to be somebody, how public like a frog, to live the live long day in an admiring bog
755055
i think ur usuing ur talents in the wrong way. Y dont u re read ur poem then ask ur self what is wrong with it
1102625
This is a poem I came by \n\n\n\nHow Could You? \n\nWhen I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you \nlaugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. \n\nMy housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were \nterribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights \nof nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret \ndreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the \ncone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in \nthe sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. \n\nGradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, \nand more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, \ncomforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. \n\nShe, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into \nour home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because \nyou were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your \nexcitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." \n\nAs they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and \npulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, \ninvestigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. \n\nI would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret \ndreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. \nThere had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you \nproduced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. \nThese past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. \nI had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every \nexpenditure on my behalf. \n\nNow, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they \nwill be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made \nthe right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only \nfamily. \n\nI was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal \nshelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They \nshrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a \nmiddle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's \nfingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided \nmy eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You \nhad a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. \n\nAfter you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your \nupcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good \nhome. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" \n\nThey are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy \nschedule
147045
Dear Legggsss2002,\nThere is no one on this earth more qualified to answer that question than YOU....By his every action,comment and gesture he answers that question every day....all I can say is open your eyes and open your mind and the answer to that question will come to you. I sincerely hope you like what you find.\nAlso, thank you for your encouraging remarks about my poem,"Once".
488692
In all honesty it is such a lovely poem but once u get to the additional info @ 2 minutes, it is a little bit too full on. I personally am a very romantic sensitive person who also writes stuff, but it goes too deep even for someone like me at that point. Despite this if a guy wrote me that poem i would go totally mushy anyway!
353778
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
196030
Poetry is good.\n\nPoetry by Walt Whitman is good.\n\nThis reply to "your letter" is good.\n\nAny discussion about the meaning and intent of a poem's author is good. It would also be good to try to write a similar poem.\n\nWhat is it you are really asking? Are you the author of "your letter" or this reply?
826031
Oh Yes ! Fully agreed ! My mind needs a Dry Cleaning or needs to be sent to Laundry !! It has become very dirty....especially after reading your poetry , except for the last stanza !!! You call it a Naughty ? I must say it was an erotic One !!!  Ha Ha Ha ....Nice one....Quite imaginative ! I liked it !
258909
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
1110161
This is 19 lines, but it is a great poem and a fantastic oral presentation!  Good luck!\n\n \nDylan Thomas. Funny-looking chap, but chicks dug him. \nDo not go gentle into that good night,\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nThough wise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nAnd you, my father, there on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nDylan Thomas, 1951 or 1952 \n\n\nA Villanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. The word is French, derived from Italian villanella, the feminine of villanello, rustic; from villano, peasant; from Vulgar Latin villanus; from Latin villa, a country house. \n\n"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle. Five tercets are followed by a quatrain, with the first and last line of the stanza repeated alternately as the last line of the subsequent stanzas and gathered into a couplet at the end of the quatrain. And all this on only two rhymes. Thomas further compounds his difficulty by having each line contain 10 syllables".
781428
Wonderful poem.\nDont do what you suggest though it wont have the effect you will be hoping for. My suggestion is to talk to her and tell her you wrote this poem abuot her and recite it. Good luck
776584
aha,lol.good one.i guess your mom will love the poem,go for it!