How can I compare life and the ocean? I need it for an extended metaphor poem
Kites by Nona Keen Duffy Last two lines of the poem. Up into the sky they'll sail While each one tugs and waves it's tail. What does 'tugs' mean here, 'pull' or 'push'? Thanks...
THE SCOUNDREL The persecution has begun Don't worry there won't be weapons Only revolts and quarrels And a little mocking. You can't tolerate what I've become Or the manifestation...
Has anyone read this poem? I am working on a presentation for a paper I have to write and I am having trouble coming up with a suitable thesis statement.....can anyone help with...
Im trying to quit. Stuck in this haze, a mind of an addict. Crave it everyday, its like I can't live without it. Why am I this way? My whole life's changed. I miss the old days...
I am not a Ice to melt. I am not a Water to evaporate. My heart broken into pieces. I am not a Glue to stick. I am not a Oil to skid. My heart broken into pieces...
I was wondering if anybody knows the poem "The Escape from Youth", by Tony Lintermans? If so, I would be extremely grateful if they could post the poem below. Thank you in advance...
Hello everyone! I recently wrote this poem. Any opinions or recommendations? Shadow Watcher I watch everyone's shadows what follows them everywhere, yet is faceless someone...
Misery Troubled, beaten, I ponder Beaten and it is bitter-our lives Sadness fills the void The void drained by boredom Ransacked by the Emperors Empty, we are, without love...
I am having a very hard time making this work as I suck at rhymes and syllables. My native language is not English so please excuse any poor grammar. Any help is very much appreciated...
Hello trainers, please explain me the following poem . it is very difficult for me to find the satisfactory answer and there is no one around me who can help...
The Mouse’s True Petition Enough! Long I waited forlorn, oppressed. In darkness I dreamt to see the freedom’s light and run around and sing the mighty song. Alas, each day...
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees...
Hello All, I am quite confused by the foot of English metric poetry. I would like to learn how to tell apart the stressed and unstress syllables. Is it according to the pronounciation...
Hi guys, I translated a two-versed old poem for myself, and I was wondering if you could correct/make it better. The cloud came and cried on the grasses, for they haven't hold...
I have started teaching the poem "I Wonder" by Jeannie Kirby, the Form 2 new literature component. The poem consists of 6 short stanzas. In my opinion, the poem is straight forward...
Shall I compare thee to a mask where the true you is unidentified? Thou art hidden in a web of lies The you that I once knew has died I can see that when I take a look into your...
occasions A measurement of a lifespan That of a woman or of a man. Could be how long a ball game lasts According to news men’s broadcasts. How long it takes to get to the moon...
.............. From the neighbouring school Come the boys, With more than their wonted noise And commotion; And down the wet streets Sail their mimic fleets, Till the...
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. The old woman makes people feel warm and blessed...
As a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face. As the spent radience Of the winter sun, So is a woman With her travail done. Her...
As a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face. Question: What does 'white candle' represent in the stanza? Answer: Purity, secrad and respectfulness...
As a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face. As the spent radience Of the winter sun, So is a woman With her travail done. Her...
You are crazy, crazy, can there such a separation be ? You are crazy, crazy, is the soul ever sent away the body ? When your summer and spring become autumn When your heart is...
Thanks for your response to my post. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest...