Poetry

I have seen it before in a book, but tonight I found it at this site: http://www.btinternet.com/~lambjw/mice/poet4.htm Mice By Rose Fyleman I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all. Their ears are pink, Their teeth are white, They run about The house at night. They nibble things They shouldn`t touch And no one seems To like them much But I think mice Are Nice

A triadic structure is meant to give the reader a memorable impact that they will remember. It is 3 words, clauses, or sentences given in a specific order.

In her poem "An Evening," Gwendolyn Brooks reflects on the passage of time and the fleeting nature of life. She contemplates the inevitability of death and the importance of living in the present moment. Brooks uses vivid imagery and poignant language to convey the themes of mortality and the beauty found in everyday moments.

the poem expelled explains the total devastation of africans from their own land by the visit of the intruders,the europeans

Oh honey, that's an easy one. It's called an "ode." You know, like when you want to gush about someone or something and put it into fancy words. So go ahead, grab your quill and parchment, and start penning those poetic praises!

In the poem "In the Park" by Gwen Harwood, the speaker portrays the monotonous and unfulfilling life of a mother through vivid imagery and stark contrasts. The park setting serves as a metaphor for the speaker's feelings of entrapment and longing for something more. Through the use of language and structure, Harwood explores themes of identity, isolation, and societal expectations. The poem ultimately challenges traditional gender roles and highlights the complexities of motherhood.

The meaning is that all the people who died in the war are saying that all their beautiful surroundings and then reality hits them and they get to the serious stuff saying that carry on the war and win because we did not just die and risk our lives just to lose and if we do not win then we will never rest in peace always fight for justice and PEACE

EVEN IF IT MEANS RISKING YOUR OWN LIVES

Speech For Alternative Creation rather than a poem is written more as a code of conduct.

Epharaim David Tyler

I'm really sorry that you lost your grandpa. Here is a model poem that you really can't use as your own, but maybe you can use it as an inspiration. It was found on-line.

Tomorrow is his memorial church mass and he's always been a fan of my poetry that I write, I decided to write him one last poem to read during his service. I'm nervous, but he deserves this. Let me know what you think:

God gently took your hand, and whispered, "Come with me.

Your work on Earth is over, it's time to set you free.

Don't worry about your family, for they will be okay.

They have such happy memories, that they'll remember every day."

"You've made such a difference, you've always touched a life.

You had 2 beautiful daughters,and a very loving wife.

Your grandchildren really loved you, you were a hero in their eyes.

They got the chance to kiss you once more, they sadly said their goodbyes."

"Even though it's hard to let you go, they know it was for the best.

I don't give them anything they can't handle, their grief will be put to rest."

"You had 4 great grandchildren, who loved you very much.

They will forever remember their Nanu, his kisses and his touch.

They loved to talk to you on the phone, they loved to hear you sing,

they always got excited, whenever the phone would ring."

"It may be hard to deal with the fact, that their beloved passed away.

But they will find peace in knowing, that you'll be reunited again some day."

(c) Amy Mayberry

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sarojini Naidu was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's emancipation, and anti-imperialistic ideas, she was an important figure in India's struggle for independence from colonial rule.

Little Things by: Trinidad Veloro

Tiny grains of dry white sand,

Make up the long broad strand;

Tiny drops of pattering rain,

The deep wide seas sustain.

Tiny drops of pearly dew,

Coll some drooping flow'r anew;

Little flashes of tiny light,

Brighten many of darksome night.

Little hands linked together,

Form a circle of love and laughter

Little words in kindness spoken

Can mend a heart that's broken.

All nature poems have celebrated the worthiness, goodness and beauty of the nature's various creations around man. No nature poem has aroused uneasiness and discomfort in a reader or listener. Not one among the nature poems is stone- rough, coarse or emotionless. Almost all have a mellow soothing effect on human mind. These may be taken as characteristics of Nature Poetry.

The poet was W.F. Holmes.

The island fire poem conveys the destructive power of nature and the impact it can have on the environment and communities. It also serves as a reminder of the importance of conservation and taking care of our planet to prevent such devastation.

Two poems which are written by Frank Flynn are

1. The Shed

2. Floating a Plate

Simon Lee, a character from William Wordsworth's poem "Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman," is an elderly man who once worked as a huntsman. The poem explains that Simon Lee no longer cares for husbandry or tillage because of his age and physical condition. In his younger years, he was vigorous and active, known for his strength and agility. However, as he aged, his body became frail and weak, making it impossible for him to continue with the demanding physical labor associated with farming and hunting.

The rhyme scheme of lines 9-11 in "The Broken Oar" is ABCB. The third line rhymes with the first and second lines but not with the fourth.

A Poet

No one knows the lyrics to Bila. That has been a Pittsburgh mystery since 1961.

I don't know of any official poems on the nitrogen cycle, but I made this up really quickly.

Nitrogen floats around the atmosphere,

Then falls from the sky in rain that's clear

it goes to the sewer

then it turns to manure

then returns to plants for animals near.

It would be a pretty basic version of the nitrogen cycle, but nothing rhymes with any types of nitrogen-fixing bacteria.

It's a hopeful poem. Not exactly happy one but rather than discussing on the note of happiness ppl should think of its vision. I feel in my bones that the poem is optimistic as the speaker believes one day ppl will be able to unite in the garlend of international brotherhood though there r a number of challenges to be faced on this regard. If we isolate hopefulness from there the poem remains just a sad one. Lets paint a world of happiness with the brush of hopefulness.

Nichols wrote 'for forest' about this secrets that are hidden within and the inner beauty that only chosen people get to see. It is how we must save the forest but let the forest save us first.