write me some poem, best one gets ten points?
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i never saw a wild thing sorry for it's self\na bird will fall frozen died form a bough\nwithout ever filling sorry for it's self.
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How about THE HANDY DANDY POETRY BOOK?\n(not kidding)
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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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One of my fav's!\n\nWell, I was born a coal miner´s daughter\nIn a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler\nWe were poor, but we had love \nThat´s the one thing that daddy made sure of \nHe shoveled coal to make a poor man´s dollar\nMy daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine \nAll day long in the field a-hoein´ corn \nMommy rocked the babies at night \nAnd read the Bible by the coal oil light \nAnd ever´thing would start all over come break of morn´ \nDaddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner´s pay\nMommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever´day \nWhy I´ve seen her fingers bleed\nTo complain there was no need\nShe´d smile in Mommy´s understanding way\nIn the summertime we didn´t have shoes to wear\nBut in the wintertime we´d all get a brand new pair\nFrom a mail order catalog\nMoney made from sellin´ a hog\nDaddy always managed to get the money somewhere \nYeah! I´m proud to be a coal miner´s daughter\nI remember well, the well where I drew water\nThe work we done was hard\nAt night we´d sleep ´cause we were tired\nI never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler\nWell alot of things have changed since way back then \nAnd it´s so good to be back home again \nNot much left but the floor \nNothing lives here anymore\nExcept the mem´ries of a coal miner´s daughter
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sonnet\nhaiku\nlimerick\nballad\nsestina \nfree verse\nanogram\nCinquain\nepic
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here you'll find analysis of this poem\n\nhttp://oldpoetry.com/ocomment/by/AndrewHide\n\nhttp://oldpoetry.com/opoem/\n\nhttp://palc.sd40.bc.ca/palc/classes/assignments.htm
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Something simple, like\n"ten poems I like"\nOr "a dozen poems, minus two"
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i have a lot but i am not gonna post them on here because people may steal them and if you really want to read some of them you can email me at soulful_lies@yahoo.com and i will email you back or you can get poems from some other person who types them here
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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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a five line poem\ngoogle is your friend
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Try "The Poet" and "The Poet's Mind" by Lord Alfred Tennyson.  One is funny and bright while the other is dark and dismal.  Good luck!
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I don't know the answer to your poem, but here's my favorite all time Christmas poem (feel free to share this one!)\n\nThe silver snow falls lightly,\nThe year speeds fast away,\nTomorrow's sun is bringing,\nA brand new Christmas Day.\n\nAnd midst beloved faces,\nMy throughts are roaming free,\nWhile fervently I whisper,\nGod bless them all for me.\n\n~Anonymous
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I think this is a great question (opportunity really) to get some of us closet writers to post our own writing...maybe even get some fun feedback, or just enjoy reading some other writer’s work as well. So, thanks for the chance. Well here is one of my earlier poems:\n\n"A Passing, Sulfur-Green Passion"\n\nThose green eyes, once filled with rage-rampant fire,\nFueled a whim obsessed fervor that partook of every desire.\n\nNot once did any glance go unrewarded in a closed-door fashion—\n   A youthful body withered by long nights of unprotected (un-sustained) passion. \n\nFeeling ephemeral stares, \nImagining they seek out what lurks behind badly salt-stained eyes, omens-old\nShe is forever surrounded by sulfur-smoke, \nLost in sustained moment of grey-cold.\n \nAnd those wet orbs cannot receive a spark of compassion\n \n   For anyone’s love.
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give me a few of the lyrics
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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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If you like poetry go to www.allpoetry.com It is free or try poeticempty.com
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(m)\n\nNice Poem..... what happened next......