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Resolved Question: I need a quote for a tattoo!?

My mother passed away and I want a beautiful quote, lyrics, or poem. I LOVE this, since it fits the situation so well, but it is very long for where I would like to place it... Funeral Poems : God Saw You Getting Tired God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be so he put his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me" With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away and although we love you dearly we could not make you stay. A Golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best please give me as many as you can. She died on cancer if that helps, and she fought for a long time. more

Voting Question: So I wrote 2 poems...?

I had to write 2 poems for a project, I'm only 12, are they ok? Letter to my Dear Sister. Remember when, We were best friends? And would share every thought? Remember when, We danced and sang? And laughed and skipped arm in arm? Remember when, I would read to you by your bed? Like you would always be there? Remember when, You colored me that picture? And even signed your name? Remember when, We cried and held each other? When we found out about the bad thing? Remember when, I wrote you that letter? That you would never read? Remember when, I kissed you good-bye As they lowered you into the ground? Remember, my dear sister, That I miss you, And that I framed your picture Remember, dear sister, That I want you back. And I think about you every day. Remember dear sister, That I love you. Good-Bye. Where did you go? It seems like just yesterday, That you were lying next to me, Telling me you loved me, And that we’d always be together. But now you’re gone. Where did you go? I don’t even think that you know. They said you were bringing me flowers, They said you were bringing a ring, They said you didn’t see it coming, That it caught you by surprise. I cried. I cried for a long time. Did you know that? That I cried for a long time? I loved you. I still love you. You lied to me. But I still love you. You said we’d be together forever, Where are you now? I miss you. I wrote you a poem, For our anniversary. I read it to you at the funeral. It wasn’t very long. I hope you liked it Did you like it? I hope you liked it. I miss you. I miss you a lot. I hope you miss me. I hope you miss me a lot. Do you miss me a lot? I want you to miss me. I want you back I wish that you were back with me. I love you. I want you to know that. Do you know that? I love you. I love you a lot. more

Resolved Question: A "formal attire required" poem for wedding invitations?

I already made up my invitations and didn't put on the "formal attire" part. Most of my family (and my fiance) wouldn't think to show up to such an occasion in any other attire, so I didn't think about it. Recently my fiance's great-uncle died and at the funeral a bunch of people showed up in jeans, and other clothing I would never show up to a funeral in, and it got me worried. I spoke to my fiance about it (not at the funeral) and he mentioned he wasn't even sure some members of the family own suits. The place we're having the wedding is very formal, and I'm not even sure they'll let people in under-dressed (and unfortunately I'm sure some of my family members will judge his family - not that this really matters but...) He brought it up with his mother and sister and we all came to the decision it would be best to add a card saying formal attire required or requested or something like that. I thought it would be cute if I make a little poem out of it since it needs to be on it's own card & it'll look really stupid if it's just 3 words alone... thanks!i guess it would technically be semi-formal since we're expecting suits not tuxes, definately not black tiemoney for formal clothing isn't the problem, i'm not making anyone go broke for this thing :) more

Resolved Question: I wrote this poem please give your opinions Titled: Dad?

I don't know what to do anymore not sure just what to feel I notice that my heart is breaking but it all just feels surreal I blocked yu out of my life blamed you for my every mistake But every single dream i had you tried to help me make I remember at the age of four i wanted to be a princess So you bought me a crown some shoes and the perfect little dress I turned my nose up at this told you, you had it wrong That the shoes were meant to be silver and to leave me alone At the age of ten I wanted to do ballet So you got me a private trainer to whom I just walked away I told you that was old news none of the girls do it anymore As you started apologizing i just closed my door At the age of fifteen i suffered my first heart break You told me you would always love me I told you that was a mistake When i was eighteen my problem seemed to be with you Every time you said you loved me I said "yeah well I hate you" When I hit the age of thirty I got married you offered to pay for everything Before you walked me down the aisle you handed me a diamond ring Why do you always do this I screamed as i walked out of the door I'm not a little girl this time I don't need you anymore You smiled politely and walked away left the ring beside a note I'm sorry it was your mothers I just wanted to feel she was close My heart slumped to new lows my breath caught in my chest You always gave me all I wanted I gave you a hug, at best Mostly my response was bitter never what you wanted to hear But, dad, this time when I called your name you weren't near Tears rolled down my face as my body was stangled by pain I ran out of the church and into the pouring rain As the water made my dress grow heavy I continued along the road My feet carrying me fluently through the bitter and the cold I started to tremble and my body began to slow But i continued on my path I knew just where to go For some reason I was being lead for once i followed my heart And down the road i saw it your jeep now torn apart I kicked off my heels and ran to be at your side I could still see the tear stains for every tear you cried I pulled you mangled body out ofthe deadly wreck I listened for you breathing and held my fingers to your neck I tried to revive you as the air was filled with desperate screams "I lied" i gasped "you're the one i need" I'm so sorry daddy I always blamed it on you Growing up without my mum was hard you didn't always know what to do I shouldn't have been so hard I could see you missed her too But i was thinking of only me I never considered you Please come back to me don't leave me to do it alone I need you to comfort me i'm like a dog without its bone Do you remember dad the night when i was eight The storms thundered over head an i was clearly afraid So you laid down besides me stroked my head 'til i fell asleep Told me I was your everything that your heart was mine to keep You thought i didn't hear you that i was deep within my slumber But I heard your every word and inside it made me stronger Now I'm here cradling you as you bleed within my arms Trying to stay strong for you as im trying to remain calm I sit there beside you long after you have gone How is your daughter so weak when her father was always so strong You always offered me protection and the confidence to try And i only ever offered you suffering tears in which to cry But you stuck by me always answered my calls Sat up all night talking and caught my every fall Now the moment has come my time to say goodbye And for the first time in years i allow myself to cry Three days later and its your funeral I have never been so afraid Red roses in my hand as i stand beside your grave Everybody is starin at me they haven't seen me in years Whenever my dad had mentioned me the truth had brought him to tears To admit that he never sees me that i had walked out of his life To talk about my beauty how i remind him of his wife I will cherish him indefinately as i take in a quivering breath And i now except his offer in his heart i will invest more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my poem/lyrics?

he's a papercut away from being a poet a long story at best, the ones you dont feel like explaining chief of the lonely police, a long story at best the worst kind of arrest, found myself at the market for the broken hearted looking for love? check aisle 5 by the emergency exit door touched his hand and fell to the floor call me sleeping beauty minus the sleeping minus the beauty they call me sleeping beauty twinkle toes with two left feet hard to play and hard to beat born in the dark dont cry ugly baby at least you can't get much worse little sailor lost at sea singing "I don't know what they see in me." shed a tear and lay down your head lullaby in the sailor's bed When the world falls down I won't notice is the difference I'm the original failure and with the absence of a real funeral I'm so lonely it's criminal call me sleeping beauty (when the world falls down) minus the sleeping minus the beauty (when the world falls down) they call me sleeping beauty twinkle toes with two left feet (when the world falls down) hard to play and hard to beat Be brutally honest. :D thank youYeah, I asked this before but it wasn't finished yet. I added some lyrics today :D more

Resolved Question: opinions, changes on this poem?

Oh won’t you stop the tears? Smile, it can’t be that bad Look at me darling, don’t be sad Some things always go wrong Stop crying and turn the lights back on All of us make mistakes you don’t have to feel that badly. “But I don‘t feel remorse, I’m fine with it… sadly…” Well we can work on that, just put your heart with God “The trouble with that, my dear, is that is your faith, I‘m thinking abroad” Don’t be silly of course you think as I do Gosh what has gotten into you? It’s almost as if I don’t know you anymore How to be in good faith and to trust in Him are the focus of my motherly lore. “This isn‘t all we are going to address is it dear mother? It is a lie if you say all you are is a lover. You are a fighter And you only follow the writer. I broke away and it kills you Think about it, it’s true.” Don’t be ridiculous daughter, I only want the best Forget about the rest. It is going to take a little work to fix you But don’t worry, it can be done So sit back, hun It will only hurt as long as you resist I will do it though, after all, I am the reason you exist. “Then, here. See? The root of it all All your teachings were in vain Soon my breathing will be bane But I’m so happy that you came… To my funeral My demise My fall My fail My break My dawn My shiver To my birth. What you don’t understand dear mother is that those feelings, those failures, are my victories. When my stomach does knots and grabs my skin and pulls it in, it’s not a feeling of need But a feeling of success. When it starts to sting and my flesh splits, it’s not pain It’s release. When I feel it in my throat and I jolt forward, it’s not sickness But an eager greeting. And when I take a drink to push the blue bullet down it’s not an addiction But a bird to fly away on.” I don’t even know you anymore! What is wrong with you?! “Wrong with me? Don‘t make me laugh. We all have our issues, our ties, our wrongs” No… no, you are not normal… “Oh but ma, I‘m your daughter. Don‘t you love me?” Of course I love you, just not what you are doing. “You sure about that?” I fought for you for so much of your life I can’t let you hurt yourself. “Oh so you don’t want me in pain is that it?” Of course! “Then stop these tears as they stream down my face I want out of this horrid place Won’t you stop the tears as they stream down my face? Tiny waves as they hit the floor. They keep coming, oh yes there are more I can see my reflection in each one Come stop them, won’t you hun? I thought you wanted to help. But I just heard you yelp… The hue surprise you? Don’t be scared, Of course they are red, A lurid color you say? Hush don’t be silly I thought you wanted to help me… They come, and they come and then once they are done Then, oh yes, then I will smile. After all… Some things always go wrong Why, look at me darling, it can’t be that bad Lets just turn the lights back on. more

Resolved Question: My Mom's best friend died a few days ago.......?

My mom's best friend died a few days ago. They were very close friends that spoke on the phone every day (even though she lived next door) :) They were friends for 25+ years. I found a recent picture of them together and thought I might put together something for my MOm for Christmas. I was thinking about drying some of the flowers from the funeral, maybe a poem or something along with the picture. Does anyone have any ideas? I know this Christmas is going to be hard for her. I'd really appreciate any suggestion! Thanx- more

Resolved Question: If you chose to mourn the decline of your country's traditions & values & heritage,?

how best would you go about it ? A procession of gondolas accompanied a coffin along Venice's Grand Canal on Saturday in a mock funeral to protest against the steep decline in the city's population. Pall bearers in black capes accompanied the flower-draped coffin symbolising the death of the "Queen of Adriatic" at the hands of rampant tourism, rising waters and housing costs, a low birth rate and a lack of services. It was brought ashore at the city hall where a message of condolence and a poem in the Venetian dialect were read out. As tourists and onlookers took photos and popped wine corks, a flag bearing the image of a phoenix emerged from the coffin to symbolise the rebirth of the threatened city. The protest, organised by local website Venessia.com, was inspired by a report last month that the city's population had fallen below 60,000, the minimum for an Italian city. Venice's population has halved since 1966 as residents have left to seek work elsewhere and housing costs have soared as homes have been converted into hotels or guest houses. http://in.news.yahoo.com/137/20091115/778/tod-mock-funeral-mourns-venice-s-shrinki.html more

Resolved Question: Can anyone summarize this romatic peom , "on this day i complete my thirty-sixth year"?

hello, i have to write an essay for english about this poem " on this day.." But i really dont understand a lot about the poem, if anyone can help me out , even with just a few lines, i would really apritiate it. im in grade 11, just so you know.But thank you to anyone who can help out in making sence of this ! , its due wednsday ! Poem: 'IS time the heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze-- A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus--and 'tis not here-- Such thoughts should shake my soul nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece--she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood!--unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here:--up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out--less often sought than found-- A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest. more

Voting Question: How can i help my 15 yr old niece who's close friend was murdered?

My 15 year old nieces best friends sister was brutally murdered about 6 weeks ago and it has severely affected my niece (she is the oldest of 4 girls and looked up to her friends sister as an older sister type figure), she was already suffering depression and anxiety disorder before this happened and seems to have fallen into a hole she doesnt want to come out of, it almost seems she is happy wallowing in her sadness. I have tried taking her for a weekend to get her away from it all ( her mother is a psych nurse and is trying to help the family rebuild) by taking her to the movies, spoiling her rotten and talking to her about it. While she is with me she is happy and talkative (a normal 15 yr old) as soon as she goes home she retreats into herself and plays the funeral pics and songs over and over and over......i too had a friend die (in a car accident) at a similar age and found that keeping a photo album of pics, newspaper clippings, poems and letters that i wrote to her (and only her) helped me to deal with it....i have told her mother this whose reply was "a CAR accident is a HELL of a lot different that MURDER" and maybe she is right but i would do anything to ensure my niece has the right outlet to express her feelings......any help would be appreciated....sry it was so long.... :)crimson>>>>i NEVER said she CHOOSE to be depressed i myself have suffered frolm depression and am well aware that you do not choose to be that way......i said it SEEMS she is WALLOWING in the SADNESS....please do not make me out to be an unfeeling, nasty person!!!!!!!!i also dont spoil her with gifts......i spoil her with hugs and make overs and time out away from it all..... more

Resolved Question: is this ok to read out at a funeral?

i wrote out this poem for my grandads funeral which is mon & wanted your imput. he meant a lot to me. thankyou. our family ties have fell undone I sit and think oh so numb of bygone days when we were all together I`ll cherish these memories you`ll remain in my heart forever. you were set apart from all the rest those who loved you knew you best. I loved your stories of war & strife I knew you had`nt had an easy life but to me you were so wise. on car jorneys you made me laugh you taught me our song,sam the lavatory man down dark winding roads you often drove telling me ghost stories as you drove. now youre gone I often mutter there will truly never be another you`ve left me with an empty space no one on earth could ever take your place I know when my time is up I`ll see your smiling face I hope my image in my mind of you never fades until we meet again. there are too many words to write,so little time so I`ll end this note with one final line I AM PROUD TO CALL YOU GRANDAD XX I am no poet by the way. the words just came to me one morning and I jotted them down. more

Voting Question: What do you think of this poem?

I wrote this one for one of my best friend's funeral (she had bad kidneys), and i read it at the end, before the final viewing. She was like sister to me, and i still miss her every day Each word was a punch to the stomach, They said you were sick. They said you were in a better place, but that doesn’t bring you back. That doesn’t fill the hole in my heart that now something it lacks. That doesn’t fill the empty seat at my graduation, That doesn’t stop the sadness that has yet to come. They said you passed in peace, But that doesn’t mean our pain will cease. It doesn’t make you suddenly appear, No matter how much I wish you were here. It doesn’t make it easier to get up in the morning, Or deal with the wave of pain that comes without warning. It won’t make it easier to look out the window on a sunny day Nor will it make sweeter the call of a blue jay. Each day is supposed to get easier. But it gets harder instead. So many thoughts about you, still swimming in my head. So many memories lost in time, that I won’t get back, Not thinking a profusion of time is what we lacked. I long for your smile, and warm, gentle touch, I miss you so very much. It feels like a dagger in my chest When, I see the place where you now permanently rest And it’s a punch to the gut, When I see those neon pink chucks. Through all the pain, and all the tears, I want you to know how much I love you, and wish you were here.thanx addidasa..., i'll definatly work on that in the next poem i write =)i like your poem yerl (>*-*>) you earned a hug =) more

Resolved Question: WHat do you think of my poem?

I was walking in savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew til I found myself envired in a little colored pew. Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow, nearly wild On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child I could picture him while livin, curly hair, protuding lips Id seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips. Rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk With a manner sorta awkward, and countenance grotesque The simplicity and shrewdness in his eithopian face Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed, undying race. And he said, now dont be weepin for this pretty bit of clay For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away He was doin very finely and he appreciates your love But his shore nuff father wanted him in the big house up above. The lord didnt give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles He just thought you need some sunshine, and he lent it for awhile And he let you keep and love it til your hearts were bigger grown And these silver tears youre sheddin now is just interest on the loan. Just think, my poor dear mourners, creepin long on sorrows lifes way What a blessed picnic this here baby got today Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round In the angels tender garden of the big plantation ground. And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed But a tear came, and he whispered, i want my parents , too But then the angels chief musicians teach that little boy a song Says if only they be faithful theyll soon be comin long. So, my poor detached mourners, let your hearts with jesus rest And dont go to criticizin the one what knows the best He has give us many comforts, hes got the right to take away To the lord be praised in glory, forever, let us pray. more

Resolved Question: What is the name of the poem Calum Best read at George Best funeral???

Im wanting to get the poem written and framed for my boyfriend and dont want to ask him.....pleaseeee help me xxxx more

Resolved Question: This is a poem I'm gonna read at my best friends funeral, please let me now if it is good and how to improve?

TO JAMAAL Yo, this poem goes out to me mate Jamaal He was a wicked mate of mine, he drove a taxi and was a Muslim too, he only ate food that was halal with a preferance for kebab. He wasn't a terrorist, he gave plenty to charity ten percent of all his earnings went to the homeless charity But tragically it was he died, he was run over by a four wheel drive at quarter past nine on a sunday twenty fifth of april and i curse at god, oh why? Ge was only twenty five he was a wicked fellow that Jamaal may he rest in peace in heaven with Jesus and Allah more

Resolved Question: the wailing for the fallen...a poem I should think?

leaves converse complain in hushed angry tones and sky has drawn and still gathers a foreboding expression a threat of tears looms heavy on the earths cheek even birds barely sing on this perfect day for a funeral a crowd has had gathered from far and near alike wearing faces of bitter loss or of solemn facade today a hero will go the way of traditions ceremony the affair of grief for those that live on a holy man made his way through the procession as the military fanfare reaches close and as you strode a sob erupted both from women and from solderers as he reached the pew he retrieves a eulogy unfolds as his throat is cleared and even before his voice found announcement dearly beloved we are his eyes lock with a stern faced woman fer gaze a thousand yards the emotion takes him then as tears stream down his face he lights uses the paper with dried ink to light the fire of a hero’s way of life but this day a mighty sword had bested pens as wails went up to the heavens the plume could be seen for miles a pyre for a funeral and flames of passion for a lifeoops that should read as he strode =Poh and that should read the pulpit not the pew seesh I should really spend more time on the editing thing sighher gaze her gaze a thousand yards sheesh it is like when I try to talk like this =P more

Resolved Question: Help with a funeral poem for my grandmother?

I need some help finding a poem for my grandmother who just passed...i know the best idea would be to write one of my own, but i only met her once, briefly....anyone know of any good poems that are semi-religious, the service is being held in a church. Thank you. more

Resolved Question: Can someone help me with a poem?

So I'm suppose to write an elegy for The Capulets for the death of Juliet (from Romeo and Juliet, as if we were at her funeral). And this is what I have so far: We are gathered here today in memory of Juliet The loving, sweet, girl that everyone should have met The only blessing, given from our lord Left the poor Capulet's heart stabbed with a sword Paris' hopes and joy left behind Juliet will always stay in our mind The oh so kind child That had a very lovely smile I know its not the best, but can you guys help me out with four more lines? Thanks! more

Resolved Question: Can you spot some connotations in this poem? BEST ANSWER=10pts.?

TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act,— act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. more

Resolved Question: Can you please find some connotations in this poem? BEST ANSWER=10pts.?

Resolved Question: Very long poem by Sir Walter Raleigh... I do not understand...please be detailed?

My Last Will by Sir Walter Raleigh When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the world of sight and sound, One or two of those I leave Will remember me and grieve, Thinking how I made them gay By the things I used to say; -- But the crown of their distress Will be my untidiness. What a nuisance then will be All that shall remain of me! Shelves of books I never read, Piles of bills, undocketed, Shaving-brushes, razors, strops, Bottles that have lost their tops, Boxes full of odds and ends, Letters from departed friends, Faded ties and broken braces Tucked away in secret places, Baggy trousers, ragged coats, Stacks of ancient lecture-notes, And that ghostliest of shows, Boots and shoes in horrid rows. Though they are of cheerful mind, My lovers, whom I leave behind, When they find these in my stead, Will be sorry I am dead. They will grieve; but you, my dear, Who have never tasted fear, Brave companion of my youth, Free as air and true as truth, Do not let these weary things Rob you of your junketings. Burn the papers; sell the books; Clear out all the pestered nooks; Make a mighty funeral pyre For the corpse of old desire, Till there shall remain of it Naught but ashes in a pit: And when you have done away All that is of yesterday, If you feel a thrill of pain, Master it, and start again. This, at least, you have never done Since you first beheld the sun: If you came upon your own Blind to light and deaf to tone, Basking in the great release Of unconsciousness and peace, You would never, while you live, Shatter what you cannot give; -- Faithful to the watch you keep, You would never break their sleep. Clouds will sail and winds will blow As they did an age ago O'er us who lived in little towns Underneath the Berkshire downs. When at heart you shall be sad, Pondering the joys we had, Listen and keep very still. If the lowing from the hill Or the tolling of a bell Do not serve to break the spell, Listen; you may be allowed To hear my laughter from a cloud. Take the good that life can give For the time you have to live. Friends of yours and friends of mine Surely will not let you pine. Sons and daughters will not spare More than friendly love and care. If the Fates are kind to you, Some will stay to see you through; And the time will not be long Till the silence ends the song. Sleep is God's own gift; and man, Snatching all the joys he can, Would not dare to give his voice To reverse his Maker's choice. Brief delight, eternal quiet, How change these for endless riot Broken by a single rest? Well you know that sleep is best. We that have been heart to heart Fall asleep, and drift apart. Will that overwhelming tide Reunite us, or divide? Whence we come and whither go None can tell us, but I know Passion's self is often marred By a kind of self-regard, And the torture of the cry "You are you, and I am I." While we live, the waking sense Feeds upon our difference, In our passion and our pride Not united, but allied. We are severed by the sun, And by darkness are made one. more

Resolved Question: who likes this poem? it was read at my grandmother's funeral?

God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be, So he wrapped his arms around you and whispered come unto me Gods gardens must be beautiful, He only takes the best. So when I saw you sleeping so peaceful and free from pain, I could not wish you back to suffer that all again. this poem was read by my self Kiane [13 yrs] on the Monday 27th of march 2009. my beloved grandmother died the friday morning before at 11:13 aged 60 [ 61 in august] from advanced liver cancer. it took 4 weeks and one day from the time we foud out she had cancer for her to pass. I was only able to read the 1st line and and a half before the celebrant had to read for me. i hope this poem can help you in time of need. more

Resolved Question: Opinions on the end of my book?

I'm coming to the end of my novel. I have another thirty pages I'm aiming to write. You might need to read the previous question I posted concerning my novel to understand what i'm going with here. http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AmytuH.8z3wnX.z.XZ97cDzsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090409180135AA9OZlP My idea for the end is, long story short, Sierra goes for her fiancé instead of her best friend. Explains this to her friend. Burns the letters she started writing the truth with. Goes through with her wedding, and when she walks out of the church, Her best friend is hanging, dead, in the doorway with part of her poem she wrote her fiancé carved in his arm. She goes to his funeral and tells about the letter she wrote to him, and when she returns home, there's a letter on her pillow from him, explaining his feelings of the letter and telling his own truth. What do you think? No negative comments. I'm fifteen and writing this.I'm aware the ending is a bit... unrealistic. There is a reason this is called "fictional writing". My point in the book was to possibly write a sequel, but from John's point of view in the book, up until after his death, when he listens to Sierra explain what she wrote. Again, this is just an idea. I'm still contemplating if I'll ever try to get this published. I am only fifteen and certainly don't plan on writing forever. Haha. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this Poem i wrote?

I wrote it about my best friends funeral, from her point of view. My name is sarah, thunder was her other good friend. Marylnn, JJ, and Nathan were her little siblings. Greg is her gymnastics coach. And other people were just others who attended the funeral. It was written from her point of view. OUT OF MY COFFIN: I look up, and out of my coffin A tear falls on my cheek It’s not my own, but from a friend above Looking oh so very weak I look up, and out of my coffin I see Jess cover her face and cry She once stood tall and happy Now she’s aching inside I look up, and out of my coffin There stands my mother pale white My father stands by Nathan Marylyn and JJ hold each other tight I look up, and out of my coffin I see Greg speechless for the first time Normally picking me up to head to practice Now picks up my coffin and walks in a line I look up, and out of my coffin Everyone stares, red in the eyes No one says a word, their faces say it all All at once my loved ones start to cry I look up, and out of my coffin Thunder stands above me She talks about old memories She says I’m an angel, finally free I look up, and out of my coffin Sarah is dressed in all black She tries to stay calm, as she speaks to the crowd On the inside she’s having a panic attack I look up, and out of my coffin My little sisters, now in a deep sleep I’m glad they aren’t seeing everyone’s pain Later on, they’ll have time to weep I look up, and out of my coffin My mom sets up a quilt where my body will lay To keep my remains warm and comforted But in this coffin, my soul will not stay I will no longer look up, and out of my coffin I will no longer be trapped up inside My body remains, but my souls been set free In Heaven, I will now reside more

Resolved Question: Need a poem or something to read at my grandma's funeral?

My grandmother just passed away the other day at the nursing home, with me and my family and the rest of our family by her side. She was in the nursing home for almost 15 years, with Alzheimer's. Before my grandma got Alzheimer's, she was such a loving caring individual, who relied heavily on her faith in the Lord, and believed people should help each other as best they can, because that's what God wants us to do. I was only about 8 or 9 when my grandma first started getting sick, but before that me and her were inseperable. She loved me more than anything, and all of our time was spent together. I used to call her mom instead of my own mother. Not because my mom wasnt around, but because i loved my grandma that much. I'm supposed to read a poem at her funeral called "When I Meet God" but i can't find it anywhere, so i was wondering if anyone knew what that poem was, or had an idea for a different poem, or anything like a story or scripture or something meaningful to read at her funeral. I would like it to really be something meaningful... i loved her alot, as did the whole family, and our whole community. Any help would be greatly appreciated.i would totally write something of my own, but i really am not good at that sort of thing. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my poem, "Façade of Perfection"?

Façade of Perfection; You know that perfect girl? Perfect family, right? Never cheated, fought, screamed, lied, or snuck out at night? Envy her? Hate her guts? She is so F***ing PERFECT You think she must be nuts God, that stuck up b**** you KNOW she thinks she's the best always condescending better than the rest You really think you know her She's stuck up and snide But you only see the façade Not the pain she feels inside You never really knew her? Ever wonder why she dresses like that? Maybe to hide the cuts and she thinks she's fat Now you wish you had more time You shoulda been there But she was so dorky all you did was stare Now tears roll as you stand there the funeral... this is because of you Your damn FAULT You let your hatred for yourself stew This innocent girl took her life and you feel bad Everything is wrong you feel so sad You should have lent a hand The confusion... the world begins to swirl Everything is wrong and now... you become that girl Maybe someone will notice but probably not Everyone thinks you're perfect and won't give you a second thought.Thanks I do have a counselor, and I am on Prozac this was just bringing back memories from before I got help... because I WAS that girl.... and tried suicide. No one would have guessed... and I'm just starting to tell people. I wrote it in 10 minutes, and I was mad, so it wasn't that good.... more

Voting Question: In your opinion, how are my poems? 10 points after 6th answer!!?

Top 5 Favorite Poems that I’ve made: Title: Expiration Date I'm tired of people saying that everythings gonna be okay when its not gonna be okay I just want all of the people to get out of my face Life is a waste no matter what you say I constantly ask questions but yet I get no answers Regrets is spreading and destroying my body like cancer I dont feel right I dont like life All I do is write dark literature hoping that I recieve light ( positive comments).. Its plain to see that this world isnt meant for me Why am I here when I dont wanna be? What do these people see in life that I don't see? All of these attacks are killing me.. I just wanna recieve love from my sister and brother ( like friends etc.) They say you need to stop thinking like this, but it goes in one ear and out the other People tell me to hold on, but I can't wait.. I'm ready to re arrange my expiration date.. Title: This is not a poem. I am a prisoner of my own mind Happiness for me, is something that's hard to find.. I create illusions that have caused dellusions.. Happiness is so hard to find My mind is weak, for it can't stand its own ground Since I feel broken, I feel like there is no hope now This isn't some type of poem that I want to sell off the shelf this is more like a cry for help Why? Why can't I find happiness? Everyday, I let life pass me by... All I do is sit in the house, waiting to die Over the counter pills is what flows through my veins People's agreements with me is what kills my pain But for some reason, nothing is getting better This is not a poem, its more of a suicide letter.. No Title He just wanna stop the rain No one in the world understands his pain It seems as if the world is out to get him He's never the suspect. Hes always the victim He just wanna see happier days But luck never goes his way People constantly tell him that everythings gonna be okay But he still thinks about death everysingle day. He writes poems to calm his nerves Death is what he talks about with every single word.. He says he just wanna die In one of his poems he just asked, "Why?" His cyberspace friends comment him and say that hes gifted While his real friends tell him that he needs to write something uplifting Everynight is a fight as he puts the knife to his vein He wants to move it but hes scared to feel the pain He cries in his bed and say," I just wanna stop the rain." Because nobody in the world, understands his pain.. Title: If I were to die today If I were to die today, would you actually cry for me? Would you say, " I just lost my best friend today," ? Would you put my picture on your myspace page and write," I miss you so much," ? If were to die today, would you constantly brag about the good times that we had together? If I were to die today, would you post my pics on your myspace photo album? Would our mutual friends say," He was such a cool and funny guy. I miss him alot," ?? If I were to die today, would you all actually come to my wake or at least my funeral?? Would you keep me secure in your memories instead of having someone remind you of me?? Would you cry, smile, or laugh if people were to bring up my name? If I were to die today, would you even care? I'll be waiting for you at my funeral. Will you be there??THIS IS MY 2ND ACCOUNT SO PLEASE DONT I STOLE THESE! more

Resolved Question: Im 16 and would love to write poetry, but i need some tips, please help!?

Im 16 and i love to write, normally stories, but i don't know anything about poems ut i am really curios about them. i don't know what they really LOOK like, or how they should sound, or if they should rhyme. now please don't laugh! i wrote this about six months ago, and it is one of the first poems i have ever written. but im not sure if its any good, or how poems should be written! please help, here it is, its called Why. Your eyes are so big! I stare at them when you dont think i am I gaze at you with my mouth open But snap it up again when you smirk at me You are so beautiful You dont know how beautiful you really are in my eyes you are an angel my angel but all you see is a failier when you look in the mirror i dont understand why You are my best friend we have none each other since i was that annoying girl in playgroup you pulled my hair i laughed at your strange shoes but you still loved me but not how i love you... You are the angel for me Why cant you see that? Your the boy who lives next door I see you doing your homework through the window i always ring you up and you wave at me and you tell me to leave you alone, chuckling then you smile that wonderful smile and hang up i sigh and hang up aswell, a few moments later Please dont be sad anymore Tell me what is making you so... strange I found the scars on your wrists red and raw Do you think im stupid? Please dont hide from me Dont hang up the phone Im here Im here Im here... Your funeral was beautiful All your favourite flowers You wanted to travel one day... with me we had planned it all - remember? You said it would be an adventure it wont happen now... Why - why! why did you leave me! Why couldnt you have told me! Why... didnt you think before you jumped? Didnt you think of me? ho could you have left me to deal with this... Yiou know im not as strong as you you were always the one mopping up my cuts and bruises you were the one who made everyuthing vetter again Drying my tears with your kisses... Can you hear me? Are you in heaven? Are you trying to touch my cheek like you used to do? Do you know that i love you more than anything? Did i ever tell you?... As your coffin was taken away i couldnt watch It was too much Mum had to hold me up strait I had broke donw sobbing even though i had promiced myslef that i wouldnt make a scene... Why didnt you ever tell me... I could have helped... pulled you out of the drakness that was closing in around you... But now your gone... Im so angry With you With the world With everything But then i remember your face and i feel the tears again Unstoppable, peircing tears that drench my face If you were here you would have put your arms around me and would have laughed and called me silly I would have nodded and used your tshirt to blow my runny nose and you would have been grossed out and then would have laughed eevn more... Sleep now, my angel You were never officially mine But i was always yours I was your Katy You were my sweet beautiful Max My angel I will never forget I dont know if its ok or if i need to totally change it, but we are beginning to study poems at school and so far we havent learnt much.. but i really like writing them, well, they probably sound very strange because i dont know much about them :) please help, thankyou!My name isnt katy its grace, it was the girl narrating the poem... i sort of gave her a name :). i still need to learn about poems, how they are written, but thanks for your nice comments so far :) more

Resolved Question: analyzing lord byrons "thrity-sixth year"? aka get 10 points!!!?

would you please help me analyze this poem? im having some trouble understanding it :( THANK YOUUUUU Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love!My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze-A funeral pile!The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.But 'tis not thus-and 'tis not here-Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow.The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.Awake! (not Greece-she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home!Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood!-unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here:-up to the field, and give Away thy breath!Seek out-less often sought than found-A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest. more

Resolved Question: check my poem for a funeral?

my nanan died on friday 13th, so i've written a poem to read at the funeral. i know you didnt know her, but can you guys tell me what you think of it and give me any comments or pointers to make it better. thanks :) Nanan, you know how much we loved you every day but everyone is here today just to show you anyway. You were happy and gentle, and loving and kind, and now you’re the best angel anyone could find We have memories of you that we’ll always hold dear like potato cakes and cuddles, and sleepovers every year. Because you took care of us with so much love we all know now that you’ll watch from above We miss you so much, but these are really happy tears because now you are free - no more pain, no more fears. We know you aren’t really gone as we’ll meet again up there But until that day, don’t forget how much we love and we care We’ll never forget you, you know you’ll never be alone, to our dearest nanan, have a safe journey home. more

Resolved Question: Need to find a good song and poem for a babys funeral that passed away from SIDS. Any suggestions?

My best friends little boy passed away two days ago from SIDS and i am helping her with the funeral. I need to find a good poem and also 3 songs for the funeral... Any Ideas? So far we have come up with borrowed angels by kristin chenoweth for one of the songs. more

Resolved Question: What do you all think about the poem that I made? Please be real because Im gonna put it on my myspace page?

If I were to die today If I were to die today, would you actually cry for me? Would you say, " I just lost my best friend today," ? Would you put my picture on your myspace page and write," I miss you so much," ? If were to die today, would you constantly brag about the good times that we had together? If I were to die today, would you post my pics on your myspace photo album? Would our mutual friends say," He was such a cool and funny guy. I miss him alot," ?? If I were to die today, would you all actually come to my wait or at least my funeral?? Would you keep me secure in your memories instead of having someone remind you of me?? Would you cry, smile, or laugh if people were to bring up my name? If I were to die today, would you even care? I'll be waiting for you at my funeral. Will you be there??ITS JUST A POEM THAT I MADE. I NEW TO POETRY SO IM JUST WRITING ABOUT HOW I FEEL. NOTHING STUPID IS GONNA OCCUR. more

Resolved Question: poem/story.....what do you think...?

Please dont say anything about how depressed i am or how much i need "help" (as if i really works) You can critize the poem, i want you to in fact, but dont tell me in weird i already know that. THANKS!!! A young self-concious girl Goes in to a stall to get dressed The others wonder why Shes not homophobic She just feels dirty And has for years Ever since that night when he touched her untouchables She said no She screamed let go But he didnt react He just moved his hips To a dance, she didn't know And now she's dirty Even though she scrubs The others might see her brusies Between her thighs The ones left by him From last night And the one before When It first started She thought it would stop Thought it was her fault and that was her punishment Then she realized there was nothing she had done He's perverted Twisted And cruel So she told No one listen Not her mother Not her favorite teacher The worst of all not even Her best friend. The best of all Was the shit that came from Her best friends mouth "Why would you do that? Say that kind of filth All you do is lie." The same day The same girl Went home, Typed a letter to three Her mother, favorite teacher, and still best friend The same girl Who at one time was happy and everything a yourng girl should be Is now, despearat to leave She scratched down a fourth letter But this time on her arm "DADDY FUCKED ME, AND I HATE HIM!" This one was for The police, To arrest the cause of her pain And the mortition, To cover during the funeral The final letter was for her self And words were not need She knew what it ment when Each wrist, got a slash. more

Resolved Question: my best friend died, I need a poem!!Help!?

I would like to read it at her funeral but it seems like when I try to write one Its not good enough. She loved taking pictures of family and friends, She loved music, the beach and she was a good friend to everyone. She was really close to her older sister and younger brother that both have autism. She helped care for them and she had the biggest heart. She had blonde hair and brown eyes. She was very beautiful inside and out. She died at home unexpectedly. I will miss her so much. She also loved her cell phone and texting, But dont we all..lol. I really need a nice poem..Please help. Thank you! more

Resolved Question: MEN VS. WOMEN FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY.....IS IT?!?

Men vs. Women Some subtle (and some not so subtle) differences Handwriting: Men: To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch. Women: Women use scented, colored stationery and they dot the "i" with circles or hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in the "b" and "g". It is a pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she will put a smiley face at the end of the note. Groceries: Women: A woman makes a list of things she needs, then goes out to the store and buys those things. Men: A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the express lane. Relationships: Women: When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life. Men: A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You / I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need. Sex: Women: They prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men: They prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place part of the foreplay. Maturity: Women: They mature much faster than men. Most 17-year old females can function as adults. Men: Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out. Magazines: Men: Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked women. Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman's body. Women: Women's magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day. Most naked men elicit laughter from women. Bathrooms: Men: A man has six items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. Women: The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man cannot identify most of these items. Shoes: Women: When preparing for work, a woman will put on a wool suit, then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk. Men: A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day. Let's not talk about how many days he'll wear the same socks. Cats: Women: Women love cats. Men: Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats. Children: Women: A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. Men: A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house. Dressing Up: Women: A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. Men: A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals. Laundry: Women: Women do laundry every couple of days. Men: A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants (the ones that were hip about eight years ago) before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the Laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the Laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by reruns of old episodes of "Love American Style." Eating Out: Men: When the check comes, each man will each throw in $20 bills, even though it's only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back. Women: When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators. Mirrors: Men: Men are vain and will check themselves out in a mirror. Women: They are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface: mirrors, spoons, store windows, bald guys' heads. Menopause: Women: When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual. Men: Menopause in a more

Resolved Question: thoughts on my poem (10 pts)?

i wrote this while high s i really don't know what it means: lyre in my pyre of famed temperament walk alone with deep sunrise in my shallow bones and the aborted horizon fade too a dim back drop of a moon steely rises coat the flimsy sky in deep purple caresses in my eye if I were to laugh would the sea rise too? would a rich man fade for me too soon? these milky bones where stories are told these shallow lies in mire and lyre? (make my love a funeral pyre?) sand with weary wanders walk (stop look but don't talk) read the cards upon the wall Soon they will be all That remains (the same) its the bottle and the pipe are wearing me down down to the ground, so sound the Smokey light light for plight of night or right to bright for fight for the maybe? whisper wanton words on a shoeless Island. Or drink water from dry sand Or all the rest, I guess it’s all for the best. (you know that it would be untrue) To stay away, in grey days (you know that I would be a liar) To stay in grey when light fades (if I was to say to you) To whisper words of song (girl we couldn’t get much higher) Songs for days, and sand and bones, And sunset’s and ship’s and railroads And uncle’s who cared too much (sitting by the old south gate) For that’s all that we know That’s all we have to show that’s it the end Nothing more to sayhttp://opimflowers.blogspot.com/ more

Resolved Question: What song will work with this situation?

My best friend is sixteen, her father died two years ago and her mother died two days ago. I wrote a poem on myspace about her mom just now, I was going to add an amazing grace song but none seem to sound good, are there any songs like played at funerals or regular songs that are like moving, and mean stuff like, everything will get better with time, im here for you, we're here for you. Any songs, preferably sung by a girl? more

Resolved Question: R&P!!!! Poem...(again...but this time it's different)?

Peeps....I didn't really want to see this ever again...but I came across it last night....so I thought out of everybody I know....you peeps would be the people I will show it to! This was the poem I read out at my Mothers Funeral....enjoy....but keep smiling :) cause it's a beautiful feeling!!!! And sorry if I kill peoples moods in here...I don't mean, just these place is the best place for me to express myself....lame....I know, but whatever :P You cured my world that was falling apart with four simple words, 'I'm proud of you' is the greatest thing I've ever heard. Now I'm shipwrecked in a sea where the ships are all Pirates, Waiting to steal my dignity, thinking that will make them rich. I just want to be able to open my eyes under water and see a new world, Maybe then I could start over again down there with Mermaids. They could accept the fact that I'm not okay and I don't have to explain, They can just help me make it out of this phase you all call life. I made it to shore that day when I saw you in the distance, You were waving your hands pushing away all of the clouds. You kept the sun on me so that I could stay warm, You never stopped caring and loving even when you should hate me! I would do everything in my life to forget you and that coastline, You know the one that you and I used to wish upon. When I was a kid and you held me in your arms and pointed out the stars, Isn't it funny how easily everything can fall apart...but you stayed strong. Now as the Pirates make their way into my brain once again, They taste like dirt mixed with the essence of cocaine. Happiness is your heart and your smile was my comfort, You made me believe again in love and in my friends, you made me believe in the person you called Daniel. So forever and ever, no matter what happens next, You will be the one that will outlive all the rest.... more

Resolved Question: Help with MLA style? ?

I've been doing my term paper on the Mortality in Emily Dickinson's poems, but i'm not sure i'm doing the mla style part right. Help? how is it looking so far? Arce 1 Stephanie Arce Ms. Maritere Cardona English, 10-2 12/17/08 Mortality In Emily Dickinson’s Poems The certainty of death causes people to feel different emotions and to ask some of the most probing questions that we find difficult to believe. Emily Dickinson gives us a different meaning or interpretation on death and how it relates to everyday living. This paper examines how Emily Dickinson perceives the meaning of mortality and how she may or may not have found the answer to the unanswerable question: What happens to us after death? Some of the her poems that express mortality are: “Because I Could Not Stop For Death”, “I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died”, “I Felt A Funeral In My Brain” (ect.) Emily Dickinson is one the worlds best known poets, even though during her time only seven of her poems were published. She was born on December 10, 1830 in Amerst, Massachusetts. Born into a low middle class with an older brother, Austin and sister, Vinnie. When she was nine she started school at Amherst Academy. There she studied Latin, geology, Arce 2 botany, and philosophy. Emily often thought about death and god. She wasn’t sure what she believed in but was determined to figure it out for herself. Since childhood she was a good observer, she wrote about things you wouldn’t ordinarily notice. When she was sixteen her father sent her to Mount Holyoke, a girls school not far from her hometown. At the beginning she liked the school, but then she realized that the teachers wanted her to believe in exactly what they thought was right. This upset her very much; she wanted to be herself, not what someone else told her to be. She didn’t want to be told what to believe in. The Calvinist believed that men were inherently sinful and most humans were doomed to spend eternity in hell. There were small numbers of people who would be saved, and this would only be accomplished by admitting your faith in Jesus Christ, as the true savior. This was a big deal back then so Emily was probably pressured into joining the “saved”, but this she never did. She felt like she never really connected or believed in the other religions, yet her poetry reveals profound religious temperament. According to research, Emily Dickinson was mostly a very isolated and private person. You could say that she lived in her own personal bubble. She spent most of her time in the house she grew up in because she thought or Arce 3 found nothing else that was more important than to write poetry. Emily was an intelligent woman. “ I was never with anyone who drained my nerve power so much” (Terrence Higginson), said her friend and literary critic. He also said that she was, “Ingenious, childlike and seemed very thoughtful of others.” It is said that she was a socially awkward person, but with her friends and sister she could easily be herself. In about a year she wrote three hundred and sixty six poems. One of her most famous poems till this day, would be “I’m Nobody, Who Are You?”: I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? There's a pair of us, don't tell! They'd banish us, you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog, To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! To me the poem is telling you that it’s okay to be yourself. There’s always somebody out there who feels exactly the same way as you do. You Don’t have to be known to be somebody. It tells you to fight for what’s right, not Arce 4 for what society thinks is right. It shows you how she flees from the social community to try and find herself. Emily Dickinson died on May 15, 1886 at the age of fifty five from Bight’s disease, which is said to be caused by kidney degeneration. Her doctors say that the cause of her premature death was caused by all the accumulated stress throughout the years. In 1893 her first edition of poems was published, thanks to her sister, Vinnie who had handed all of Emily’s poems to a family friend, Mabel Todd. Mabel Todd typed up two hundred letters, becoming more and more interested in the elegance and power of the poems. By the End of Emily Dickinson’s lifetime she had written one thousand seven hundred and seventy five poems.sorry if it's a bit messy... thanks in advance!yeah it's yahoo that messed up the format.. the page # is in the left side, the tittle is centered ect. :] more

Resolved Question: i wrote this poem and i need some one to read it and tell me what to fix or just tell me if its good?

When you drink we fight Sometimes I feel it’s not right Sometimes I feel like we don’t belong You always tell me I did you wrong I don’t know what to do, maybe take the pain Maybe hide it away I just don’t understand Why am I still here Well maybe I stayed for the kids Or maybe just to see if it will work Most likely because I have no where else to go All I do is do do do I clean, I cook, I do everything for you I just don’t understand why you could hate me so much Sometimes you want to give me punch Other times you love me a bunch I just don’t understand Why am I still here? You kicked us out on Valentines Day Hell you kicked us out almost everyday Our kids are tired of it They always go in the room Turn the TV up all the way and scream Sometimes they listen to make sure you don’t hit me They are ready to leave when we fight And that isn’t right You always start on me when they go to bed This makes them want to punch your head I just don’t understand Why am I still here? When Sabrina died I was devastated Your daughter was worse That was her best friend She cried everyday Especially when you said that’s great You wouldn’t even take her to her funeral For the stupid reason that you hated her Your daughter loved her with all of her heart Since you wouldn’t take her you tore it apart She will never forget when you promised to take her to the movies for her eighteenth birthday and your lame excuse was its your moms fault it wasn’t it was yours sometimes I think you are jealous of William because he got your woman and made her feel good about herself I just don’t understand Why am I still here? Larry isn’t Justin He dosent act like Justin He dosent drink like Justin He doesn’t get high like Justin Just because Danny, randy, and Justin did bad Doesn’t mean you can say Larry will do bad Its not our fault your sons turned out wrong We love you so much But if you keep up We are gone And your left all alone I just don’t understand Why am I still here oh yeah Now I know I LOVE YOU too much to let you go i wrote this poem for my mom this is how she feels and this explains my dad and what kind of person he is i have to live with it every single day more

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Resolved Question: Do you like my poem? Im 15 and im still learning, can anyone give me some advise on it?

Its called My Angel, I was always Yours Your eyes are so big! I stare at them when you don't think I am I gaze at you with my mouth open But snap it up again when you smirk at me You are so beautiful You don't know how beautiful you really are In my eyes you are an angel My angel But all you see is a failier when you look in the mirror I don't understand why You are my best friend We have none each other since I was that annoying girl in playgroup You pulled my hair I laughed at your strange shoes But you still loved me But not how i love you... You are the angel for me Why can't you see that? Your the boy who lives next door I see you doing your homework through the window I always ring you up and you wave at me And you tell me to leave you alone, chuckling Then you smile that wonderful smile and hang up I sigh and hang up as well, a few moments later Please don't be sad anymore Tell me what is making you so... strange I found the scars on your wrists Red and raw Do you think I'm stupid? Please don't hide from me Don't hang up the phone I'm here I'm here I'm here... Your funeral was beautiful All your favourite flowers You wanted to travel one day... with me We had planned it all - remember? You said it would be an adventure It wont happen now... Why - why! Why did you leave me! Why couldn't you have told me! Why... Didn't you think before you jumped? Didn't you think of me? How could you have left me to deal with this... You know I'm not as strong as you You were always the one mopping up my cuts and bruises You were the one who made everything better again Drying my tears with your kisses... Can you hear me? Are you in heaven? Are you trying to touch my cheek like you used to do? Do you know that I love you more than anything? Did I ever tell you?... As your coffin was taken away I couldn't watch It was too much Mum had to hold me up strait I had broke down sobbing Even though I had promised myself that I wouldn't make a scene... Why didn't you ever tell me... I could have helped... pulled you out of the darkness that was closing in around you... But now your gone... I'm so angry With you With the world With everything But then I remember your face and I feel the tears again Unstoppable, piercing tears that drench my face If you were here you would have put your arms around me And would have laughed and called me silly I would have nodded and used your t shirt to blow my runny nose You would have been grossed out and then would have laughed even more... Sleep now, my angel You were never officially mine But I was always yours I was your Katy You were my sweet beautiful Max My angel I will never forget Can anyone give me any advise on how i can improve it? This was the first poem ive ever wrote... so im sorry if its awful more

Resolved Question: My Angel, I was always Yours --- is this poem ok?

Your eyes are so big! I stare at them when you don't think I am I gaze at you with my mouth open But snap it up again when you smirk at me You are so beautiful You don't know how beautiful you really are In my eyes you are an angel My angel But all you see is a failier when you look in the mirror I don't understand why You are my best friend We have none each other since I was that annoying girl in playgroup You pulled my hair I laughed at your strange shoes But you still loved me But not how i love you... You are the angel for me Why can't you see that? Your the boy who lives next door I see you doing your homework through the window I always ring you up and you wave at me And you tell me to leave you alone, chuckling Then you smile that wonderful smile and hang up I sigh and hang up as well, a few moments later Please don't be sad anymore Tell me what is making you so... strange I found the scars on your wrists Red and raw Do you think I'm stupid? Please don't hide from me Don't hang up the phone I'm here I'm here I'm here... Your funeral was beautiful All your favourite flowers You wanted to travel one day... with me We had planned it all - remember? You said it would be an adventure It wont happen now... Why - why! Why did you leave me! Why couldn't you have told me! Why... Didn't you think before you jumped? Didn't you think of me? How could you have left me to deal with this... You know I'm not as strong as you You were always the one mopping up my cuts and bruises You were the one who made everything better again Drying my tears with your kisses... Can you hear me? Are you in heaven? Are you trying to touch my cheek like you used to do? Do you know that I love you more than anything? Did I ever tell you?... As your coffin was taken away I couldn't watch It was too much Mum had to hold me up strait I had broke down sobbing Even though I had promised myself that I wouldn't make a scene... Why didn't you ever tell me... I could have helped... pulled you out of the darkness that was closing in around you... But now your gone... I'm so angry With you With the world With everything But then I remember your face and I feel the tears again Unstoppable, piercing tears that drench my face If you were here you would have put your arms around me And would have laughed and called me silly I would have nodded and used your t shirt to blow my runny nose You would have been grossed out and then would have laughed even more... Sleep now, my angel You were never officially mine But I was always yours I was your Katy You were my sweet beautiful Max My angel I will never forget Im fifteen and ive never really written a poem before... i was just wondering if it is ok and if it needs any improvement - thankyou!I did lose someone like this but thankfully he didnt die... it was tough and i felt just like this, so i wrote this. Im sorry if the spelling is bad, i was just wondering if you think it is ok! thankyou more

Resolved Question: can someone write a poem for me to give to someone .?

okay im young, and i dated this guy that was way older then me while he was in a relationship, we both were wrong but he hurt me at the end and i didnt see that coming because he was the best thing that had ever happened to me, but when we got caught by everyone he lied on me he said i came onto him and all this other junk...well its been almost three months. i havent talked or seen him,only at my grandmothers funeral which was the saturday that just passed.and he kept his relationship at the end while im here alone still in pain with no one to hold on...i lost alot of friends for him.im just hurting and dont know what to do...i send him emails but he never reply so please someone help.what should i do? write it in a poem. more

Resolved Question: A poem about time. Please critique.?

Losing Track with Time My body has new curves - a gift from Time. I miss the old ones. Time brings new sensations - sharp demanding ones. "Attention!" they insist. Time is giving me a libido that is stretched out like a Jim Carey face. Membranes taut, on the cusp between pleasure and pain. Go there at your own risk. Relentless gravity, in cahoots with time, makes loosely sculpted jowls and etches sadness. My best smile can't completely lift my face. Is this the beginning of the downward spiral? Pull on the brakes hard, like some Bugs Bunny cartoon! Alice slipping, sliding, spinning down the dizzying rabbit hole. Each moment closer to exit stage right. Where's that bunny now? Disappeared. No time to say "Good-bye!" Hello! I'm late. Is the funeral over? [a friend of mine wrote this, wanted to know if it qualified for poem status]No I did not write this. Geez. more

Resolved Question: Need a poem to read for a funeral?

My best friend killed himself and i want to read a poem at his funeral, He was very dear to alot of people so i would like something powerful. more

Resolved Question: My dog died. How do I stop crying?

I asked this question before but I feel that the answers help me feel better, (some of them). Most people are just so friendly and they make me cry but it helps a lot. Well I'll tell you the story again... My sister was away at piano lessons. When they left and were driving down the lane my dog and the neighbour's dog (neighbours dog taught my dog to do this) were running after the car. My sister and my dad heard a thump but they thought they had only ran over a stone or something. There was no squeal. When they came back my dog was lying there dead. My dad told my sister that he would come back up the lane with a wheelbarrow but my sister jumped out of the car and ran back to where my dog was. She came in the door crying so much! My mum came into the kitchen and said 'Whats Wrong?!' My sister yelled 'Lucky's dead!!!' I fell off the chair and started crying. My heart was broken and my mum was crying too. My mum went outside to find my dad leaning up against the garage door crying. We were allowed to go outside and see him but my dad had covered his head over because there was blood all over it. There was blood splattered beside his head and I touched him and he was still warm. I burst out crying and ran inside. I'm crying right now as I write this. It's so hard! We sat back and watched the film 'Penelope' and that calmed me down a bit. My cousin also died this week. I find this very strange. There was a number that kept popping up on my sis. It was 32. My dog was 4 in April. Would this make him 32 in dog years or 31? We're having a funeral today for Lucky and my mum is getting some lovely red roses. My sister wrote a poem but she wont read it out until the funeral. It will probably make me cry. I havent heard it yet. She wants it to be a surprise. I had to take off school today. Thats how bad I am. My best friend is coming to the funeral and she was crying so much last night. I just need a friend. How do I stop really so sad? more

Resolved Question: Can you interpret this poem for me?

When the regime ordered that books with dangerous teachings Should be publicly burnt and everywhere Oxen were forced to draw carts full of books To the funeral pyre, an exiled poet, One of the best, discovered with fury as he studied the list Of the burned, that his books Had been forgotten. He rushed to his writing table On wings of anger and wrote to those in power. Burn me, he wrote with hurrying pen, burn me! Do not treat me in this fashion. Don't leave me out. Have I not Always spoken the truth in my books? And now You treat me like a liar! I order you: Burn me By Bertolt Brecht Original Title: Die Bucher Verve Rennug Transalated by H. R. Hays This is in context of the burning of books Berlin University and Germany during Nazi Rule. Apart from the interpretation of the poem, tell me, do you think that the poet mentioned has a bit of ego, pride or superior feeling in himself and his writings?I am talking not of the poet who wrote this poem, but of the one who the poem is being told about. An example to my thoughts is, Someone who is rejected in a selection goes to the selector and say, "i am better or as good as any of them. Select me!" Tell me if i am wrong please more

Resolved Question: I might go insane from death?

My very close aunt just died, like a best friend aunt. if you want details go to google and search Chandra Lee wilkins strangled. she died last monday, and her kids are living with my family now. but heres the deal I'm 14. and I'm afraid I might go insane, when my parents told me she died i cried the whole day. Then when night came around i kept saying nope like nope she didnt die. the next day i cried a little, then cried myself to sleep. the next day i stayed over my uncles with my little brother and cryed myself to sleep. then after that when i went home write before i went to bed, i wrote 2 poems and a song about my aunt chan. then cried myself to sleep in the hallway. then when i woke up i got ready for her viewing, i went and cried a little then, i started bargaing in my head, like i would eat 10 grasshoppers to bring her back. then i cried myself to sleep then it was her funeral, i tried not to cry, but i did. i kept bargaining. when i got home i got extremly angry, when i thought i couldn't go to the mall, i threw pop cans and stuff. then cried myself to sleep again. when i woke up i played with my cousins and walked to my other cousins house. Thats when i just figured the funeral was a dream even though i KNOW it wasn't. Then i figured this whole thing was a dream and i was gonna wake up and warn my aunt chan. I still think that. i got homesick too which is rly weird. i didnt cry at all tht nite. when i woke up it was officially a week since she passed and i still thought that she wasn't rly dead. then i woke up today and thought everything that happened was a dream. and i know she died but i just CANT believe it or get it through my head i still feel like i can warn her or go back in time. then i feel like the funeral wasn't real. what should i do? more

Resolved Question: I am going to a funeral on Friday - can anyone recommend a nice poem or phrase I could write out on a card?

Something that conveys a beautiful meaning for my best friend who died in his twenties. Thanks. more