what is a good 10 line poem?
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this is ten if you cound the title, and it's great - robert frost\n\nFire and Ice \n\nSome say the world will end in fire,\nSome say in ice.\nFrom what I've tasted of desire\nI hold with those who favor fire.\nBut if it had to perish twice,\nI think I know enough of hate\nTo say that for destruction ice\nIs also great\nAnd would suffice.
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Calvin and Hobbs are one of my favorites!  Here it is...\n\nhttp://homepage.mac.com/tigershark/poems/poem4a.html
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The best poem is one you would write yourself. If you need help just contact me through my e-mail on my Q&A page. Here is a poem for you.\n\nIf I Never\n\nIf my days were untroubled\nAnd my heart always light\nWould I seek that fair land\nWhere there is no night?\n\nIf I never grew weary\nWith the weight of my load\nWould I search for God’s Peace\nAt the end of the road?\n\nIf I never knew sickness\nAnd never felt pain\nWould I reach for a hand\nTo help and sustain?\n\nIf I walked not with sorrow \nAnd lived without loss\nWould my soul seek sweet solace\nAt the foot of the cross?\n\nIf all I desired was mine\nDay by Day\nWould I kneel before God\nAnd earnestly pray?\n\n\n\nIf God sent no “Winter”\nTo freeze me with fear\nWould I yearn for the warmth\nOf “Spring” every year?\n\nI ask myself this . . .\nAnd the answer is plain\nIf my life were all pleasure\nAnd I never knew pain.\n\nI’d seek God less often\nAnd need him much less\nFor God’s sought more often \nIn times of distress\n\nAnd no one knows God\nOr sees him as plain\nAs those who have met Him\nOn the Pathway of Pain
732708
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!!
589489
What kind of stories u like or poems?>
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http://www.poetry.com
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Nursery Rhymes are poems.\n\nHickory Dickory Dock ( reason - clock struck one mouse ran down)\nGrand Old duke of York ( well what would you do with 10,000 men - invade Iraq?)\nWee Willie Winkie ( insomnia)\nJack and Jill ( water gathering)\nOld King Cole ( merry because of the music)\nThis Little Piggy ( contributing to the economy by going to market)\nLittle Boy Blue ( Farming associate)\nGeorgie Porgie ( paedophile?)
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The first 10 are pretty good. I would also add the 11th and 12th:\n\n"Thou shalt not bring up my name 20 times a day."\n\n"Thou shalt not proselytize and threaten damnation when thy neighbor doesn't agree."
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Not just 5 lines 31 syllables, they are broken down by syllables per line:\n5\n7\n5\n7\n7\nThey focus on nature, so don't be foolish ans write about a sport or love. write about a river, or some process in nature like erosion turning mountains into sand. Don't repeat yourself, and don't use any adverbs liek "slowly" or "very".\n\nIf you wanted someone to write one FOR you, that probably isn't going to happen. Take a crack at it!
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when i'm stuck, i go to poetry.com's poetry in motion contest. this gives you a bunch of words to choose from. just mess around with some of the words and pretty soon you'll get inspired.
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Loveyou.com and poetry.com are both good. I have a poem on the first one and at leats 20 to 30 on the other one.
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sonnet\nhaiku\nlimerick\nballad\nsestina \nfree verse\nanogram\nCinquain\nepic
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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".
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Excellent poem. I printed it & hung it in my Living room wall.\n Thanks
67606
you can goto www.lyrics.com and put a line in and it most of the time gives you several songs to choose from
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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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"I Keep Six Honest\nServing Men ..."\n\n\nI keep six honest serving-men\n(They taught me all I knew);\nTheir names are What and Why and When\nAnd How and Where and Who.\nI send them over land and sea,\nI send them east and west;\nBut after they have worked for me,\nI give them all a rest.\n\nI let them rest from nine till five,\nFor I am busy then,\nAs well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,\nFor they are hungry men.\nBut different folk have different views;\nI know a person small-\nShe keeps ten million serving-men,\nWho get no rest at all!\n\nShe sends'em abroad on her own affairs,\nFrom the second she opens her eyes-\nOne million Hows, two million Wheres,\nAnd seven million Whys!\n\nThe Elephant's Child\n\nRudyard Kipling