Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Does this madrigal work? [ a poem]?” plus 5 more |
- Question: Does this madrigal work? [ a poem]?
- Question: I need help with this insulting poem?
- Question: I wrote this poem about OCD, is it good?
- Question: Does this count as a poem? If not what is it?
- Question: Poetry help? Meanings?
- Question: Is this poem good?
| Question: Does this madrigal work? [ a poem]? Posted: 31 Aug 2015 04:47 PM PDT "Brahma Kamal" O rarest beauty dressed in dew I meditate on mountaintops, The parclose trusses hide your face If I could kiss your nodding head, The temple doors flung wide at last |
| Question: I need help with this insulting poem? Posted: 31 Aug 2015 03:25 PM PDT Make your own poem starting with "his name is_____" in the format of this: His name is Brandon He drives a Chevy He lifts those weights But they re too heavy. 2nd and 4th line must rhyme but don t necessarily have to be related. |
| Question: I wrote this poem about OCD, is it good? Posted: 31 Aug 2015 03:02 PM PDT River Facklam Numbers One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Ryan is four letters, four is bad, One, two, three. Three costumed people stare I follow Ryan past the fountain, shaken Finally, I see her long, magenta hair All the lines have seven words and all the stanzas have seven lines. I thought it would be fun and interesting to do, but I feel like description and word choice suffered. |
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| Question: Poetry help? Meanings? Posted: 31 Aug 2015 02:53 PM PDT So ive read this poem over and over and i cant seem to find the meaning in it, or what the author was trying to say, anyone have an idea? The possum knows how to play himself, And as night rises up from grass I admire their graceful swoops, its savage patience and quick paws. Unlike you and me, they have no choice. Whereas the animal I cannot help but be, |
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