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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) (Teal Gordon)
Alone upon the housetops to the North I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky-- The glamour of thy footsteps in the North. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.
Below my feet the still bazar is laid-- Far, far below the weary camels lie-- The camels and the captives of thy raid. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
My father's wife is old and harsh with years, And drudge of all my father's house am I-- My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die! (Teal Gordon)
Standing, walking, coming through the line greeting you, for a moment, sharing but a snapshot, a burst, of what I was feeling, so small compared to the enormity the reality of your loss. Feeling so small, standing in the line, before I approached you. Thinking of what his loss means to me, to so many, as written in the paper Murmured in the court, on the phone with out practitioners. Reading so many stories, so many telling words, the lives he touched, changed for the better, truly. Of his help to me, guidance and rebuttal, chastised and cajoled Feeling the loss of him so acutely, still.
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me, I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Longing by Mathew Arnoold Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say: My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams and then By day I shall be well again! For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.
the poem is really cute, I imagine two little girls. Violet wants to wait for her love to give her a rose because it wouldn't be the same if Lily gave her a rose that was given to her by somebody else. I wonder if it was intentional that the names of the girls are flowers as well... I absolutely adore the last line "(but love is more than love)" It sums up the whole discussion over the rose
I ran out of ways to tell you I love the clothes you wear. Can't picture going a whole day without the smell of your hair. Vanessa, why do I love you so much? I'd pick your lips over a Reese Peanut Butter Cup. Why has god taken us down these roads this way? Is it to the end or to another gate? You know that I'll do anything for you. Never will I pressure you to say the words "I DO". But before the devil has a chance to draw a line, I thank god everyday that you are mine.
In whirls of black, Dreams become Too small to find;
Sometimes I discover a part Not unlike Myself Behind the mirror, A slightly more solid Representation-- A lost twin Who casually Reintroduces himself. -Anonymous-
This poem is lovely. While reading it, it seems like he's completely and utterly in love with this person until you realize that he's waiting for this person and then you remember that the title is to a stranger; so he hasn't met the person he speaks of.
The poem by Langston Hughes says something about the person in the poem, he wants to kill himself by drowning and jumping off the building but will not because of his love for his child, as well because the water was too cold and the building was too high. He would rather live even if he has to struggle through the hard times.
Despite grammatical errors, the poem by E. E. Cummings, tells that the narrator will keep his love for his love, even though she might hurt him. He wants no one else except her, for she is his world and moon and sun. In other words, he will always love her even if she does not.
@only for venessa I think this poem was very lovely. I was kind of confussed at first when he said he loves her but he wont ask her to marry himk but then i realized he meant he wont pressure her. It shows how if you really love someone you wont pressure them into doing something the dont want to do just so you can be happy
I really like this poem. The fantastical analogies are great and vivid. But at the same time, the poem is deep enough where a reader can ponder its meaning.
I feel that the poem is a good representation at the relationship many people have with God. One where even a shattered mind and heart can be repaired by building their relationship with God
Had to remove my first comment because of a stupid typo. Anyway, I really like this one. :) You get to know something about the persona, especially how he deals with his attempts (and failures) at suicide. The scenes, though simple, bring an image to mind, and I think everyone can relate to at least the idea of suicide if not the feelings of wanting to kill themselves. My favorite lines: "I could've died for love--//But for livin' I was born"
This poem really does portray a lot of what happens in failing relationship. Miscommunication that causes it to fall apart. Where both just want whats best for each other, but mixed signals sabatoge the attempts to help
@The Love Song of Har Dyal by Rudyard Kipling I've never been through this feeling in the poem, but once again it seems interesting in that it provides insight into another's experience on what happens after you lose that perfect one.
I personally liked this poem. The poet did a great job at expressing the pain the main character was facing. He felty like dying. By the way a bazar is a marketplace.
This poem is sweet and sad, because Lily gave the rose she received from her lover to Violet, who cried because she did not get one. However, Violet could not take it because Lily's lover is a tall boy, even though he has a brother who is kind to everyone. Violet knows that kindness and roses won't make a person taller, though she did not have a rose like Lily, she at least had love.
I think this one is cute and simple. It sounds like a modern guy who just wanted to do something sweet for his Vanessa, though I figure some people will have mixed feelings about the maybe-getting-married-maybe-not vibe. But if you look at the rest of it, how he can't go a day without the scent of her hair and saying her lips are better than Reese's Cups, it's all about the love he feels, and there's a sense of youth and freedom in the metaphors.
This poem is great!!! I love the connection of love's bond to a cocoon and a womb. It's as if the two lovers are being formed together into one new being in the cocoon. Fiercely being held in a womb, the lovers might combine to become one flesh, literally.
The poem shows the struggles that many people go through. This man, who wants to kill himself, continues to live for his child. He realizes that living his life for his child is a great way to live, and that Life is Fine
I LOVED this peom, the poet drew the reader into the poem and really gave me a good idea of what was going through the mind of the main character and the confussing he had.
I really liked this poem at first when I thought his lover had died. Now I'm not so sure, since it suggests that she just left him. Chillax, dude! D: If she DID just run off, then the last stanza makes alot of sense, when his will to live is reinforced. You shouldn't wish for death when there's a very good chance that you'll survive and move on (though I could understand it if the woman had died- he would've wanted to be together with her). And for some reason this poem makes me think of deserts and wars, something like the Prince of Persia, and I don't know why. o.O
This is definitely a well written poem, but once again, the poet is describing a conditional love, which should have been further explained. The poem describes love mainly as fluttery feelings and void passion.
In the poem by Rudyard Kipling, the narrator is feeling the loss of his love even threatening that he will die if she does not return to him. He's telling his bad situation as if she could hear him, hoping for her to return to him from the North where she went or was taken away. Bazar may be another spelling for bazaar, which is an open market.
This poem is basically saying that love isnt worth dting for. Now I dont 100% agree with this statement, but in the situatuion introduced in the poem, I agree with the statement.
I might be the only person who did NOT like this poem. First of all, it confused me. What's the problem with the boy being tall? Makes no sense! And his brother? What point does he have in this poem?? I must be missing something. At first, though, I thought it would be really cute (Lily, Violet, and the rose set the mood for a fairy tale-type vibe, like this poem was made for little kids) and I still like the idea of Lily giving Violet the rose and how boys would come and go but friendship lasts.
@Lily Has A Rose Yeah this is a pretty sad poem. I feel bad for violet. Yeah the roses don't compensate for the man's height in lily's eyes. At least lily does have love though.
I am using this poem because it reminds me of a loss I had, actually in the same year this poem was posted on the www.famouspoetsandpoems.com In the summer of 2007, my grandfather died. This poem fits perfectly as he has touched many lives including mine, and my dog Lily who loved him a lot. Though I am still glad he comes and visits sometimes. Going back to the poem, the narrator feels loss for someone who close to him, and like him my family and I still feel the loss for my grandfather and and other members of my family who have passed away.
Edgar Allan Poe is a writer and poet who put women as angels. He made them perfect, but men were put as being flawed and quite the opposite. In this poem, he hopes that the girl of or in his dreams is real. He does not want to lose something he can barely grasp as with the golden sand that falls through his fingers into the sea.
The poem by Walt Whitman, tells that he doesn't care if his lover was a girl or a boy, saying that the relationship they had made their bodies not even theirs as in the quote "your body has become not yours / only nor left my body mine only,". He would wait for he/she but that he would not lose his lover.
In this poem by Sheelagh Lennon, the couple are bonded to each other in a strong relationship, even when some bonds break, new ones form to bond them closer together. Maybe even to bond their two separate worlds into one.
In this poem by Mathew Arnoold, he does not want the day but longs for the night when he can dream of his beloved coming to him, as if from another world.
She would wait for him, using balls of the month and even her fingers to count the time of months and years. If she and her lover's life ended then she would toss away her life in order to be with him forever. However, time is unreadable and it teases her because she is not able to ascertain the time when she will be able to see her lover again. Time,like the goblin bee, does not want to reveal to her how long it has been. What is Van Diemen's land? And the goblin bee I think is somewhat a recurring theme in her poems.
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ReplyDeleteLife Is Fine by Langston Hughes
ReplyDeleteI went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings
ReplyDeletei carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
(Teal Gordon)
lily has a rose
ReplyDeletelily has a rose
(i have none)
"don't cry dear violet
you may take mine"
"o how how how
could i ever wear it now
when the boy who gave it to
you is the tallest of the boys"
"he'll give me another
if i let him kiss me twice
but my lover has a brother
who is good and kind to all"
"o no no no
let the roses come and go
for kindness and goodness do
not make a fellow tall"
lily has a rose
no rose i've
and losing's less than winning(but
love is more than love)
The Love Song of Har Dyal by Rudyard Kipling
ReplyDeleteAlone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky--
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.
Below my feet the still bazar is laid--
Far, far below the weary camels lie--
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I--
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
(Teal Gordon)
Feeling the Loss of Him by Raymond A. Foss
ReplyDeleteStanding, walking, coming through the line
greeting you, for a moment, sharing
but a snapshot, a burst, of what I was feeling,
so small compared to the enormity
the reality of your loss.
Feeling so small, standing in the line,
before I approached you.
Thinking of what his loss
means to me, to so many,
as written in the paper
Murmured in the court, on the phone
with out practitioners.
Reading so many stories,
so many telling words,
the lives he touched, changed
for the better, truly.
Of his help to me,
guidance and rebuttal,
chastised and cajoled
Feeling the loss of him
so acutely, still.
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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ReplyDelete@i carry your heart with me
ReplyDeleteI LOVE EE CUMMINGS he is amazing and i love this poem <3 yay!
To A STRANGER by Walt Whitman
ReplyDeletePASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
A Special World
ReplyDeleteA special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
- Sheelagh Lennon -
@a special world
ReplyDeletei dont like it.. it's too superficially lovey-dovey
i can tell ASHAW out no effort into finding a good poem for us at all
:D love you.....
Longing by Mathew Arnoold
ReplyDeleteCome to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
By Emily Dickinson
ReplyDeleteIf you were coming in the fall,
I ’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I ’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I ’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy
by Joyce Kilmer
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):
"O king of realms of endless joy,
My own, my golden grocer's boy,
I am a princess forced to dwell
Within a lonely kitchen cell,
While you go dashing through the land
With loveliness on every hand.
Your whistle strikes my eager ears
Like music of the choiring spheres.
The mighty earth grows faint and reels
Beneath your thundering wagon wheels.
How keenly, perilously sweet
To cling upon that swaying seat!
How happy she who by your side
May share the splendors of that ride!
Ah, if you will not take my hand
And bear me off across the land,
Then, traveller from Arcady,
Remain awhile and comfort me.
What other maiden can you find
So young and delicate and kind?"
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
Her soul spoke thus (I know it did).
@lily has a rose
ReplyDeletethe poem is really cute, I imagine two little girls. Violet wants to wait for her love to give her a rose because it wouldn't be the same if Lily gave her a rose that was given to her by somebody else. I wonder if it was intentional that the names of the girls are flowers as well...
I absolutely adore the last line "(but love is more than love)" It sums up the whole discussion over the rose
Only for Vanessa K by Joey Harris
ReplyDeleteI ran out of ways to tell you I love the clothes you wear.
Can't picture going a whole day without the smell of your hair.
Vanessa, why do I love you so much?
I'd pick your lips over a Reese Peanut Butter Cup.
Why has god taken us down these roads this way?
Is it to the end or to another gate?
You know that I'll do anything for you.
Never will I pressure you to say the words "I DO".
But before the devil has a chance to draw a line,
I thank god everyday that you are mine.
Lost
ReplyDeleteby Arielle
I don’t know if you’re pushing me away or pulling me closer
I don’t know where I stand
I don’t know what you want from me
Or if you care at all
Your words lash out and hurt
Then lovingly draw me in
I don’t know what you want from me
Do you want this to end
Don’t turn tables
Or place this on me
Just come out and tell me
What it is you want
I can’t read minds
I don’t know where I stand
Are you pushing me away
Or are you going to finally let me in
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
ReplyDeleteO my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
Alienation
ReplyDeleteMy mind splits--
My pulse shatters
Like broken glass;
Template faces spin
In and out of view
In suspended grit;
Sex easily shifts
Into two dimensional
Lines and slits;
Cosmopolitan chaos
Rotates on itself--
A twisted circus;
Metallic heartbeat
Earth shrinking--
Faint microdot;
In whirls of black,
Dreams become
Too small to find;
Sometimes
I discover a part
Not unlike
Myself
Behind the mirror,
A slightly more solid
Representation--
A lost twin
Who casually
Reintroduces himself.
-Anonymous-
@To A Stranger
ReplyDeleteThis poem is lovely. While reading it, it seems like he's completely and utterly in love with this person until you realize that he's waiting for this person and then you remember that the title is to a stranger; so he hasn't met the person he speaks of.
@Life Is Fine
ReplyDeleteThe poem by Langston Hughes says something about the person in the poem, he wants to kill himself by drowning and jumping off the building but will not because of his love for his child, as well because the water was too cold and the building was too high. He would rather live even if he has to struggle through the hard times.
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ReplyDelete@Feeling the Loss of Him
ReplyDeleteSad poem, it makes me want to cry though, and then never see the light of day again.
Lost Love by Udiah (witness of Yah)
ReplyDeleteVoid, empty, hollow inside
My dreams have fled, my hopes have died
Existence has no reason
Life's just passing with each season
She was my life, my hope, my love
All is gone, passed by thereof
The hurt is such no one should bear
What's to life, why should I care?
I weep all night for my love gone
My heart is sick, for death I long
Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost
I'll mourn always for the great cost
But in each day Lord give me hope
Strengthen me so I may cope
Grant me wisdom to help me see
Thy great way and not just me.
@Only for Vanessa K
ReplyDeleteI don't like it. It seems shallow and simple.
@Alianation
ReplyDeletei think it's trying too hard to depart from lovey-dovey-ness into a dark place.
i can tell ASHAW took no effort into finding a deep poem that gives off a REAL sense of alianation and internal abyss of darkness and cynicism.
@Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
ReplyDeleteYeah, I've have never been through this stage in my life but it is a good insight about other peoples problems.
@I Carry you Heart With Me
ReplyDeleteDespite grammatical errors, the poem by E. E. Cummings, tells that the narrator will keep his love for his love, even though she might hurt him. He wants no one else except her, for she is his world and moon and sun. In other words, he will always love her even if she does not.
@A Red, Red Rose
ReplyDeleteThe dialect is kind of funny and makes me think of the poem as a silly song sung to make someone laugh. It's cute.
@Lily has A Rose
ReplyDeleteI feel that the poem is wishy-washy. Once again saying love isn't true and fake. Dependent on their material possesions rather then whats inside.
I feel that Marianee put no effort into finding a good poem:P
@only for venessa
ReplyDeleteI think this poem was very lovely. I was kind of confussed at first when he said he loves her but he wont ask her to marry himk but then i realized he meant he wont pressure her. It shows how if you really love someone you wont pressure them into doing something the dont want to do just so you can be happy
@Alienation
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. The fantastical analogies are great and vivid. But at the same time, the poem is deep enough where a reader can ponder its meaning.
@Lost Love
ReplyDeleteI feel that the poem is a good representation at the relationship many people have with God. One where even a shattered mind and heart can be repaired by building their relationship with God
@Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
ReplyDeleteHad to remove my first comment because of a stupid typo. Anyway, I really like this one. :) You get to know something about the persona, especially how he deals with his attempts (and failures) at suicide. The scenes, though simple, bring an image to mind, and I think everyone can relate to at least the idea of suicide if not the feelings of wanting to kill themselves. My favorite lines: "I could've died for love--//But for livin' I was born"
@Lost
ReplyDeleteThis poem really does portray a lot of what happens in failing relationship. Miscommunication that causes it to fall apart. Where both just want whats best for each other, but mixed signals sabatoge the attempts to help
@The Love Song of Har Dyal by Rudyard Kipling
ReplyDeleteI've never been through this feeling in the poem, but once again it seems interesting in that it provides insight into another's experience on what happens after you lose that perfect one.
@The Love Song of Har Dyal
ReplyDeleteI personally liked this poem. The poet did a great job at expressing the pain the main character was facing. He felty like dying. By the way a bazar is a marketplace.
@Lily Has A Rose
ReplyDeleteThis poem is sweet and sad, because Lily gave the rose she received from her lover to Violet, who cried because she did not get one. However, Violet could not take it because Lily's lover is a tall boy, even though he has a brother who is kind to everyone. Violet knows that kindness and roses won't make a person taller, though she did not have a rose like Lily, she at least had love.
@Only for Vanessa K by Joey Harris
ReplyDeleteI think this one is cute and simple. It sounds like a modern guy who just wanted to do something sweet for his Vanessa, though I figure some people will have mixed feelings about the maybe-getting-married-maybe-not vibe. But if you look at the rest of it, how he can't go a day without the scent of her hair and saying her lips are better than Reese's Cups, it's all about the love he feels, and there's a sense of youth and freedom in the metaphors.
@A Special World
ReplyDeleteThis poem is great!!! I love the connection of love's bond to a cocoon and a womb. It's as if the two lovers are being formed together into one new being in the cocoon. Fiercely being held in a womb, the lovers might combine to become one flesh, literally.
@Life is Fine
ReplyDeleteThe poem shows the struggles that many people go through. This man, who wants to kill himself, continues to live for his child. He realizes that living his life for his child is a great way to live, and that Life is Fine
@lost
ReplyDeleteI LOVED this peom, the poet drew the reader into the poem and really gave me a good idea of what was going through the mind of the main character and the confussing he had.
@Lost Love by Udiah (witness of Yah)
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem at first when I thought his lover had died. Now I'm not so sure, since it suggests that she just left him. Chillax, dude! D: If she DID just run off, then the last stanza makes alot of sense, when his will to live is reinforced. You shouldn't wish for death when there's a very good chance that you'll survive and move on (though I could understand it if the woman had died- he would've wanted to be together with her). And for some reason this poem makes me think of deserts and wars, something like the Prince of Persia, and I don't know why. o.O
@lily has a rose
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely a well written poem, but once again, the poet is describing a conditional love, which should have been further explained. The poem describes love mainly as fluttery feelings and void passion.
@The Love Song of Har Dyal
ReplyDeleteIn the poem by Rudyard Kipling, the narrator is feeling the loss of his love even threatening that he will die if she does not return to him. He's telling his bad situation as if she could hear him, hoping for her to return to him from the North where she went or was taken away. Bazar may be another spelling for bazaar, which is an open market.
@life is fine
ReplyDeleteThis poem is basically saying that love isnt worth dting for. Now I dont 100% agree with this statement, but in the situatuion introduced in the poem, I agree with the statement.
@Lily Has a Rose
ReplyDeleteI might be the only person who did NOT like this poem. First of all, it confused me. What's the problem with the boy being tall? Makes no sense! And his brother? What point does he have in this poem?? I must be missing something. At first, though, I thought it would be really cute (Lily, Violet, and the rose set the mood for a fairy tale-type vibe, like this poem was made for little kids) and I still like the idea of Lily giving Violet the rose and how boys would come and go but friendship lasts.
@The Love Song
ReplyDeleteI like the element of desperate, yet true and passionate, love in this poem. The protagonist wants his love back to extent of dying without her.
@Lily Has A Rose
ReplyDeleteYeah this is a pretty sad poem. I feel bad for violet. Yeah the roses don't compensate for the man's height in lily's eyes. At least lily does have love though.
@Feeling the Loss of Him
ReplyDeleteI am using this poem because it reminds me of a loss I had, actually in the same year this poem was posted on the www.famouspoetsandpoems.com
In the summer of 2007, my grandfather died. This poem fits perfectly as he has touched many lives including mine, and my dog Lily who loved him a lot. Though I am still glad he comes and visits sometimes.
Going back to the poem, the narrator feels loss for someone who close to him, and like him my family and I still feel the loss for my grandfather and and other members of my family who have passed away.
@A Dream Within A Dream
ReplyDeleteEdgar Allan Poe is a writer and poet who put women as angels. He made them perfect, but men were put as being flawed and quite the opposite. In this poem, he hopes that the girl of or in his dreams is real. He does not want to lose something he can barely grasp as with the golden sand that falls through his fingers into the sea.
@To A Stranger
ReplyDeleteThe poem by Walt Whitman, tells that he doesn't care if his lover was a girl or a boy, saying that the relationship they had made their bodies not even theirs as in the quote "your body has become not yours / only nor left my body mine only,". He would wait for he/she but that he would not lose his lover.
@A Special World
ReplyDeleteIn this poem by Sheelagh Lennon, the couple are bonded to each other in a strong relationship, even when some bonds break, new ones form to bond them closer together. Maybe even to bond their two separate worlds into one.
@Longing
ReplyDeleteIn this poem by Mathew Arnoold, he does not want the day but longs for the night when he can dream of his beloved coming to him, as if from another world.
@By Emily Dickinson (No title)
ReplyDeleteShe would wait for him, using balls of the month and even her fingers to count the time of months and years. If she and her lover's life ended then she would toss away her life in order to be with him forever. However, time is unreadable and it teases her because she is not able to ascertain the time when she will be able to see her lover again. Time,like the goblin bee, does not want to reveal to her how long it has been.
What is Van Diemen's land? And the goblin bee I think is somewhat a recurring theme in her poems.