Question:
What do you think?
2007-12-07 17:40:36 UTC
Im making my own poem book with all poems you know and its a notebook and i dont really know what i should put on the first page....what do you think i should put?
Seventeen answers:
Lynie
2007-12-07 17:58:38 UTC
It could be a catchy title, a table of contents or a very short poem or original poem about poetry, something that sets the mood for the rest of the poems in the booklet; maybe an unusual definition of poetry that you design yourself.



Poetry is an expression of emotions with descriptive words. Lead your readers into that idea in your first page. It should be an invitation to read on rather than yawn and set it aside.
2007-12-07 17:49:01 UTC
Options:

1= what i think is best, and so on







1)You should put your own personal favorite poem and make note of that, or it doesn't have to be a recent favorite one, it could be a childhood or past one, just one for memories.





2) Start with a well known poem, that most people know. That way, it won't be hard to think of a poem.



3)Maybe make up your own poem that is like an about the author poem????



4) Pick a short and sweet poem. It will be a good starter and it'd be simple!!!!











Have fun writing your poems!!!!!!!!!!
SilverFantasy
2007-12-07 18:04:03 UTC
If I did that, I'd make my poems tell a story (which would be easy since my poems all have similar themes based on the time that I wrote them). I graduated from HS lately. I'd start w/ a preety poem about the person I liked, a poem about my friends, a poem about how I couldent have the person I liked, then about my sad past, about my friend who stoped being our friend, then a bunchabout betrayel of my best friend/person I liked, one about how I'm over her, and one about hope of the future)
2007-12-07 17:53:47 UTC
Write some unassuming intro that makes people think that you don't think you're an intellectual or a master of words, even though you're positive that you are those things.



Continue on by qouting famous lines from famous poems at strategic places of your intro so it seems like you speak epic poetry in your natural dialogue.



Also, in semi-random areas, insert a few questionably relevant lines in latin and maybe another language that you've heard of before and an occasional person myight understand (it will make him dfeel smart, and so he will instantly believe that you are smart also. For larger audiences, use portuguese or creole or other languages dirivitive of vast popular ones.)



Finish with your actual signature and maybe a joke about the future of your work that pokes at yourself.
DB
2007-12-07 17:46:09 UTC
Sounds like an awesome idea! Consider starting your book with a poem that inspired you to love poetry in the first place. Your favorite, or one that best describes you and your life.
Daniel
2007-12-07 17:45:32 UTC
The first page should be the simplest, most profound poem in your arsenal. Grab the reader by the brain/heart right from the beginning.



Also, if possible, use imagery to drive home your theme.
Elfie
2007-12-07 17:43:57 UTC
an intro that talks about your inspiration for the poems in the notebook. =D
hazzone111
2007-12-07 17:44:50 UTC
The Title....



The mood of your poems or how you're feeling. Something personal would be nice, afterall they are your poems. Good Luck.
drgnotary
2007-12-07 17:45:01 UTC
Put your most inspiring poem there.
handel
2016-10-10 16:28:23 UTC
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2007-12-07 17:44:08 UTC
maybe a special poem that u made or something special to u or even a dedication.
Why Fear the Dark?
2007-12-07 17:47:51 UTC
thiss my favorite poem, it's by shel silverstien:



if you are a dreamer, come in

if you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,

a hope-er a pray-er, a magic bean buyer,

if you are a pretender, come sit by my fire

for we have some flax-golden tales to spin

come in!

come in!
Raven
2007-12-07 17:51:57 UTC
This is my journey, this is my song..my poems from the heart...can never be wrong....
2007-12-07 17:45:31 UTC
A book of my life,love and sorrow.
x33
2007-12-07 17:44:09 UTC
idk decorate it or put pictures on it i think.... the whole poem book thing is a good idea i do that for songs once in a while
almondtwin1
2007-12-07 17:44:36 UTC
roses are red violets are blue,wind blowing free,and as happy as you!
xoxox
2007-12-07 17:45:42 UTC
These are a few poems I got VIA EMAIL



I repeat: I DID NOT write them!



Jenny



Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.

She unpacked her things with such great ease,

as she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.



How wonderful it was to have her own room!

School was starting; she’d have friends over soon.



There’d be sleepovers and parties, she was so happy!

It was just the way she wanted her life to be.



On the first day of school, everything went great.

She made new friends and even got a date!



She thought, “I want to be popular and I am going to be,

because I got a date with the star of the team!”



To be known in school you had to have esteem,

and dating this guy would sure help her out.



There was only one problem stopping her fate,

her parents had said she was too young to date.



Jenny thought to herself, “Well, I won’t tell them the whole truth,

they won’t know the difference. What’s there to lose?”



Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.

Her parents frowned but said, “All right.”



Excited, she got ready for the big event.

But as she rushed around like she had no sense…



She began to feel guilty about all the lies.

But what wrong is going to happen with pizza, a party, and moonlight ride?



Well, the pizza was good and the party was great,

but the moonlight ride would have to wait.



For Dan (her boyfriend) was half-drunk by this time.

But he kissed her and said he was just fine.



Then the room filled with smoke and Dan took a puff.

Jenny couldn’t believe he was smoking that stuff!



Now Dan was ready to ride to the point.

But only after he’d smoked another joint.



They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,

not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.



They finally made it to the point at last,

and Dan started trying to make a pass.



A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all

(and by a pass, I don’t mean playing football).



Jenny thought, “Perhaps my parents were right…maybe I am too young.

Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?”



With all her might she pushed Dan away:

“Please take me home, I don’t want to stay.”



Dan cranked up the engine and floored the gas.

In a matter of seconds, they were going too fast.



As Dan drove on in a fit of wild anger,

Jenny knew that her life was in danger.



She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,

but he just got faster as they neared the town.



She told him, “Just let me go home! I’ll confess, I lied.

I really went out for a moonlight ride.”



Then all of a sudden she saw a big flash,

“Oh, God, please help us we’re going to crash!”



She doesn’t remember the force of the impact.

Just that all of a sudden everything went black.



She felt someone pull her from the twist of the rubble.

And heard, “Call the ambulance, these kids are in trouble!”



Voices she heard…a few words at best.

But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.



Then wondered to herself if Dan was all right

And if the people in the other car were alive.



She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.

“You’ve been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad.”



The voices echoed inside her head.

As they gently told her, Dan was dead. They said,



“Jenny we’ve done all we can do…”

“But it looks like we’re going to lose you too.”



“But the people in the other car,” Jenny cried.

“We’re sorry Jenny, they also died.”



Jenny prayed, “God, forgive me for what I have done,

I only wanted to have just one night of fun.”



“Tell those people’s family, I’ve made their live dim,

I wish I could return their families to them”



“Tell Mom and Dad, I’m sorry I lied,

and it’s my fault so many have died.”



“Oh, nurse, would you please tell them that for me?”

The nurse just stood there—she never agreed.



But took Jenny’s hand with tears in her eyes,

and a few moments later, Jenny died.



A man asked the nurse,

“ Why didn’t you do your best to bid that girl her one last request?”



She looked at the man with eyes so sad.

“Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad.”





Daddy’s Day



Her hair was up in a ponytail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.



But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.



But she was not afraid;

she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

of why he wasn't there today.



But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.



But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

a dad who never calls.



There were daddies along the wall in back,

for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats



One by one the teacher called

a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

as seconds slowly passed.



At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

a man who wasn't there.



"Where's her daddy at?"

She heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.



And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."



The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.



And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.



"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.



And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.



He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.



We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.



"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"



With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.



And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.



For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.



And when she dropped her hand back down,

staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.



"I love my daddy very much;

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far.



You see he is a Marine

and died just this past year

When a roadside bomb hit his convoy

and taught Americans to fear.



But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and saw him there that day.



And to her mother’s amazement,

she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.



"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.



Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.



And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.





Tinfoil and A Hair Ribbon



Not a letter, not a card, and not even a call.

How could Jane have forgotten when they’d been through it all?

Teardrops and heartache, they’d shared many things,

Crushes on boys, their hopes and their dreams.



Haircuts and makeup and CDs and clothes

Secrets and habits, they even shared those.

So where could she be, didn’t she care?

Why didn’t Jane come, why wasn’t she there?



Through the second grade, third grade, forth grade, too,

The fifth, sixth, and seventh, their friendship grew.

Always and forever, they vowed till the end

To faithfully be there, as the other’s best friend.



And they always had been, even when Jane moved away.

But for whatever reason, she wasn’t there that day.

An Allie felt sad as she circled the crowd

As her graduation party grew increasingly loud.



And then she heard it, a loud knock on the door

As she quickly hurried across the bustling floor.

Weaving through family and friends without care

Hoping and praying, that when she opened the door, Jane would be there



But there on the stoop was a deliveryman instead

In his hand was a package, addressed to Allie, he read

She reached for the package and brought it inside

As she tore open the cover, she started to cry.



For the package was wrapped in tinfoil, with a hair ribbon tied with great care

And a million memories came flooding back, as Allie stood tearfully there

For Jane hadn’t forgotten, as a smile crossed her face

Allie’s memories took her back to a another place



Many years prior when she and Jane were so young

When they joined the local brownie troop all in great fun

And Allie was so excited about the Christmas party her troop was to have

That she never noticed that Jane didn’t seem quite as glad.



On the day of the party, everyone brought an unmarked gift, and numbers were drawn

And with anxious eyes, Allie and Jane both looked on

At the table piled high with presents galore

Wrapped in Beautiful paper and ribbons bought from the store



But one particular gift seemed out of place and well hidden

For it was wrapped in tinfoil and tied with a worn-out hair ribbon

“What kind of person would give a gift that’s so lame?”

The girl who received it cried out in blame.



Tears stung Jane’s eyes as the girl carried on

Complaining quite loudly how much she’d been wronged

As her accusing eyes searched, looking at each girl all around

Jane shifted nervously and stared at the ground.

For in the package was Jane’s favorite bear

And the ribbon on the package, Jane had worn in her hair

And because Jane lived with her grandma and money was tight

She gave away her most treasured thing because she felt it was right.



And just when Jane felt the presence of tears

She heard her friend Allie saying quite clear.

”I’ll trade you,” she said, as she offered her gift

Of nail polish and jewelry, all glamour and glitz



“I’ve always loved bears, and that one is especially neat”

As she grabbed the bear from the girl and returned to her seat.

And it was then on that night, they each knew for all time

They’d found a true friend, a one-of-a-kind.



For Allie knew what it meant for Jane to give up that bear

And she knew how special the ribbon was that Jane once wore in her hair.

For Jane’s mommy and daddy died when she was just five

And the bear and the ribbon helped to keep their memory alive.



For Jane’s daddy had lovingly given his daughter that bear

And Jane’s mommy had crocheted the ribbon in Jane’s hair.

And so as the girls walked side by side together alone

Allie handed the bear and the ribbon back to Jane before they got home.



And no words had to be said, as they both started to cry

And then they each headed to their houses waving good-bye

Tears streaked down Allie’s face, as she stared again at that old bear

And the crotched ribbon Jane once wore in her hair.



And then with trembling hands, she retrieved from the box a handwritten note

And read over and over the words Jane had wrote.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, Allie, but Grandma in ill

Yet I wanted you to know that I think of you still

As my very best whom I always will love.



“And so with this bear and my ribbon, I send you a hug.

I should have called sooner, but I didn’t want to dampen your day.

And I knew if I told you about Grandma, you would have hurried my way.

And I wanted your party to be all you deserve.

“I’m still your best friend, Allie, you have my word.”



Always and forever they vowed till the end

To faithfully be there, as the other’s best friend.

And as Allie held the ribbon and hugged that old bear

She knew Jane was the one friend who always would care



And then Allie decided that her best friend should not be alone

As she went to her bedroom and reached for the phone.





Virginia Tech



Mommy, Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, and I even got the gold!

But Mommy, when I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye,

I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, and please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy I ran as fast as I could,

When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, and I wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, the time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

And Mommy all I say is, "Mommy, I love you."





Marine Soldier



We all came together,

Both young and old

To fight for our freedom,

To stand and be bold.



In the midst of all evil,

We stand our ground,

And we protect our country

From all terror around.



Peace and not war,

Is what some people say.

But I'll give my life,

So you can live the American way.



I give you the right

To talk of your peace.

To stand in your groups,

And protest in our streets.



But still I fight on,

I don't b i t c h, I don't whine.

I'm just one of the people

Who is doing your time.



I'm harder than nails,

Stronger than any machine.

I'm the immortal soldier,

I'm a U.S. MARINE!



So stand in my shoes,

And leave from your home.

Fight for the people who hate you,

With the protests they've shown.



Fight for the stranger,

Fight for the young.

So they all may have,

The greatest freedom you've won.



Fight for the sick,

Fight for the poor

Fight for the cripple,

Who lives next door.



But when your time comes,

Do what I've done.

For if you stand up for freedom,

You'll stand when the fight's done .


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