Could anyone help me on a poem?
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Spell Check, Spell Check, Spell Check.\n\nI would see if you can come up with a better rhyme for the last line.
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I had to write a poem - yes, I know\nThe problem is I have no talent, though\nI think a lot and hope I'll find a way\nto tell you how I feel...'cause I obey. \n\nLike any human creature, I was told:\n"To share emotions, you have to be bold, \nTo look in other's eyes and speak up right\nabout anything you ...dreamt at night!" \n\nI wish I could find better words to share\nWarm messages about you would care, \nTo teach you some important lesson now\nI wish I had the power to know how. \n\nTo speak about love, and family\nAbout kids and play - yes, I agree\nAbout war and soldiers - so much fear\nAbout weapons, killing - one more tear. \n\nI wish I had a potion or a charm\nProtecting all Americans of any harm\nIf we had dreamt about all that's bad\nthen waking up won't make anyone sad!\n\nI thank you all for listening my work\nI really wish you won't feel I did wrong,\nI hope you all have a great day\nAnd to wirte poems in a better way!
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you should try lyrics.astraweb.com or a-zlyrics.com they have tons of lyrics there
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sorry, i searched poetry sites,quotation sites, by author,firstlines,subject. best i can think of is contact nearest university library or professor of lit. wish you luck, it sounds like a really heartfelt poem. sure wish i knew it.
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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. :)
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a poem praising someone or something....maybe
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Found it! Hope this helps!\nhttp://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/hesteachers/laboonac/Web%20Pages/poems%20for%20parents.htm
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This is actually 60 lines (ten stanzas, six lines each), but I "fixed" it so you can read it better. Good luck!\nThe link has the actual stanzas in original form.\n\nCurfew Must Not Ring Tonight\n\nRose Hartwick Thorpe\n\nSlowly England's sun was setting \no'er the hilltops far away,\nFilling all the land with beauty \nat the close of one sad day;\nAnd its last rays kissed the forehead \nof a man and maiden fair --\nHe with steps so slow and weary; \nshe with sunny, floating hair;\nHe with bowed head, sad and thoughtful, \nshe, with lips all cold and white,\nStruggling to keep back the murmur, \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\n"Sexton," Bessie's white lips faltered, \npointing to the prison old,\nWith its walls tall and gloomy, \nmoss-grown walls dark, damp and cold --\n"I've a lover in the prison, \ndoomed this very night to die\nAt the ringing of the curfew, \nand no earthly help is nigh.\nCromwell will not come till sunset;" \nand her lips grew strangely white,\nAs she spoke in husky whispers, \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\n"Bessie," calmly spoke the sexton \n(every word pierced her young heart\nLike a gleaming death-winged arrow, \nlike a deadly poisoned dart),\n"Long, long years I've rung the curfew \nfrom that gloomy, shadowed tower;\nEvery evening, just at sunset, \nit has tolled the twilight hour.\nI have done my duty ever, \ntried to do it just and right:\nNow I'm old, I will not miss it. \nCurfew bell must ring tonight!"\n\n\nWild her eyes and pale her features, \nstern and white her thoughtful brow,\nAs within her secret bosom, \nBessie made a solemn vow.\nShe had listened while the judges read, \nwithout a tear or sigh,\n"At the ringing of the curfew, \nBasil Underwood must die."\nAnd her breath came fast and faster, \nand her eyes grew large and bright;\nOne low murmur, faintly spoken. \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\nShe with quick step bounded forward, \nsprang within the old church-door,\nLeft the old man coming slowly, \npaths he'd trod so oft before.\nNot one moment paused the maiden, \nBut with eye and cheek aglow,\nStaggered up the gloomy tower, \nWhere the bell swung to and fro;\nAs she climbed the slimy ladder, \nOn which fell no ray of light,\nUpward still, her pale lips saying, \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nShe has reached the topmost ladder, \no'er her hangs the great dark bell;\nAwful is the gloom beneath her, \nlike the pathway down to hell.\nSee! the ponderous tongue is swinging; \n'tis the hour of curfew now,\nAnd the sight has chilled her bosom, \nstopped her breath, and paled her brow.\nShall she let it ring? No, never! \nHer eyes flash with sudden light,\nAs she springs, and grasps it firmly: \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nOut she swung -- far out. The city \nSeemed a speck of light below --\nThere twixt heaven and earth suspended, \nAs the bell swung to and fro.\nAnd the sexton at the bell-rope, \nold and deaf, heard not the bell,\nSadly thought that twilight curfew \nrang young Basil's funeral knell.\nStill the maiden, clinging firmly, \nquivering lip and fair face white,\nStilled her frightened heart's wild throbbing: \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nIt was o'er, the bell ceased swaying; \nand the maiden stepped once more\nFirmly on the damp old ladder, \nwhere, for hundred years before,\nHuman foot had not been planted. \nThe brave deed that she had done\nShould be told long ages after. \nAs the rays of setting sun\nLight the sky with golden beauty, \naged sires, with heads of white,\nTell the children why the curfew \ndid not ring that one sad night.\n\n\nO'er the distant hills comes Cromwell. \nBessie sees him; and her brow,\nLately white with sickening horror, \nhas no anxious traces now.\nAt his feet she tells her story, \nshows her hands, all bruised and torn;\nAnd her swee
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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.
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Here is help from http://www.vsg.edu.au/samples/poetry/npsample.htm\nI will not do your homework, but hope this helps, \n\nExtended Metaphor Poems\n\nRead the following poem:\n \n\nBat\n\nMy son is a bat.\nHis eyes blink when darkness comes.\nHis body stirs with life.\nHis limbs gorge with blood\nas he sets out through the cave of night\nhis roof the stars\nthe moon a big white eye watching.\nAttracted by the false lights\nhe mingles with his batty friends\nweaving in and out of nightclubs\nendless parties\neach other’s places\ntill sensing the sudden ebb\nof darkness\nhe flutters home\na cloaked Dracula\nto the hollow of his room\nwhere he will sleep all day.\n\nIn this poem I’ve compared my son to a bat -- not by using ‘like’ or ‘as’ but saying he is a bat ; where you say one thing is something else [ " the sun is a yellow beach ball " ] you are using a metaphor.\n\nNow when you explore that metaphor -- the ways my son is a bat or the sun a yellow beach ball you are extending the metaphor.\n\nA student I taught wrote this poem about her mother:\n\n        My Mum\n\n        My mum is a general.\n        She stalks through the house\n        telling me what to do.\n        She then sleeps throughout the night.\n        But when she wakes up.....\n        her medals clanking, stars shining\n        & roars us to attention\n        she barks orders as she charges\n        through the house:\n        " Lisa, do the dishes ! "\n        " Lisa, clean your room ! "\n        then crawls back to her bedroom\n        while we, her dutiful soldiers\n        carry out her orders.\n\nTask 1\n\n    * if Lisa truly followed the pattern of Bat what might she have called her poem ?\n    * which title is better ? why do you think ?\n    * what additional thing did Lisa put in her poem that isn’t in Bat ?\n\nNow here is another poem written by a student of mine:\n\n        My Brother\n\n        My brother is a killer whale.\n        He is huge and scary\n        with tatts, long hair & beard.\n        But underneath he is meek\n        spending time in the garden\n        and around the house\n        socialising with the ones\n        he loves\n        giving my cousins rides\n        upon his back.\n        Truly he is more dolphin than killerwhale.\n\nTASK 2\n\n    * where Lisa’s poem added dialogue to the model of Bat what change to the model does Linda make ?\n    * do any of these three poems remind you of anyone ?\n\nTASK 3\n\n    * Now it is your turn to write.\n\n        * Choose someone you know -- a family friend, a relative, a teacher, a student, a celebrity, a cartoon character.\n        * Write down a one line opener.\n        * Then extend the metaphor by describing in what ways your person is like the object you’ve compared them to.\n        * If, for example, your little brother is real timid you might put down:\n          ‘My little brother is a mouse....’\n          then go on to describe how he is timid.\n\nPerhaps you might like to try an extended metaphor poem on an object rather than a person. How might you go about it? The next poem shows you a way:\nBath\n\nA boat-shaped vessel with room\nfor one ; when you\n\nclamber into a bath, you are\ncaptain, crew, passenger\n\nrolled into one --- yet baths\nrequire no special skills\n\nnor do they stand on ceremony ;\nin this they are like\n\nsome beaches -- dress is entirely\noptional ; entering a bath\n\nyou enter a topsy turvy world\nwhere water fills the craft not\n\nsurrounds it -- though baths will\nnever sink ; head back, you\n\nsettle down but are going nowhere---\nbaths have no destinations\n\nnor sails and are permanently in\ndry dock -- yet people\n\nhave been known to drift off\nin baths emerging\n\nrosy skinned and luminous as if\nfresh from a voyage.\nimage359.gif (2786 bytes)\n\nTASK 4\n\n    * choose a common household object or appliance --- a shower would be a good one, or a fridge -- and do an extended metapho
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Patience is kindness.\nYour patience,\nyour kindness,\nis all too much for me.\nI am in a haze of shame\nas I stumble and fall.\nYou laugh at my clumsy mistakes\nbut always help me get up again.\nOne day,\nwhen I grow up,\nI wanna be just like you.\nYou and your unwavering patience.\n\nwriting poems are HARD!!!! >o<
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A poem on LIFE! (just for u!)\n\nA Life Poem \nLife can seem ungrateful and not always kind. \nLife can pull at your heartstrings and play with your mind... \nLife can be blissful and happy and free... \nLife can put beauty in the things that you see... \nLife can place challenges right at your feet... \nLife can make good of the hardships we meet... \nLife can overwhelm you and make your head spin... \nLife can reward those determined to win... \nLife can be hurtful and not always fair... \nLife can surround you with people who care... \nLife clearly does offer its Up and its Downs... \nLife's days can bring you both smiles and frowns... \nLife teaches us to take the good with the bad... \nLife is a mixture of happy and sad... \n\nSo...  \n\nTake the Life that you have and give it your best... \nThink positive, be happy let God do the rest... \nTake the challenges that life has laid at your feet... \nTake pride and be thankful for each one you meet... \nTo yourself give forgiveness if you stumble and fall... \nTake each day that is dealt you and give it your all... \nTake the love that you're given and return it with care... \nHave faith that when needed it will always be there... \nTake time to find the beauty in the things that you see... \nTake life's simple pleasures let them set your heart free... \nThe idea here is simply to even the score... \nAs you are met and faced with Life's Tug of War
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I think your trying to say an idea for a poem. It could be about the War on terrorism, Bush's no child left behind act what, do u think about it? u should also go to the following website for a political poem u could make fun of Bush or Kerry, and there wives. It's a game site but you'll love the games there really funny i recommend; Dancing Blair, Dancing Bush, Dancing Hillary, Hip-Hop debate, freefaller- UK Election, Presidential Knockout, Bush Shootout, whitehouse joust, and War on Terrorism 1 and 2.
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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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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 :]