Please help... poems needed!?

Question

I would usually never ask for anything like this, but I'm desperate. Does anyone have a poem that they would like to "donate" to me about social awareness that I could claim for my own? Something about war, poverty, government, and so on. It would be GREATLY appreciated. :]

Answer 1

I'm an English teacher, and if your teacher knew you were doing this, he/she would fail you.



However, I'll make a suggesttion for how you can build your own poem:



Think of a metaphor for war, poverty, government or so forth,

What does this idea (for ex. poverty) LOOK like? describe a visual scene of poverty in as much detail as you can imagine.

Then, what does it SOUND like? Imagine the sounds of war. describe them with as much vivid vocabulary as you can manage.

Next, what does it smell/taste like? You don't have to be literal here. Use a simile or metaphor.

Finally, what does it FEEL like? Think of texture, temperature, pressure.



Writing poetry is simply imagining or observing life in vivid and original detail and writing it down on paper.



Try writing this poem by yourself. You can do it and you'll be so proud you did!!!

Answer 2

Wow, now *there's* a way to know you're getting a good poem -- when the author is willing to let a perfect stranger use it as her own. HAH!



No respectable poet would let someone else take credit for his/her own work. In fact, no respectable person would help another person cheat/plagiarize.



PS: You get what you pay for.

Answer 3

Physical and emotional mental awareness equal to that of war and poverty in my opinion... Please feel free to use this as your own... Magnolia



A White Moon



A quiet room where she sits, her mind adrift;

thoughts a mist, and her heart is

wrapped up inside a cocoon.



What once was morning; is now noon,

she can feel the splitting, and it

always comes too soon.



Does not notice; she has disappeared,

she is neither here nor there, but

knows the fear is near.



She could not recognize soon enough,

and she always felt it was a bluff,

running away; no trust.



Trying very hard not to descend from

there, and it seemed so long a

road she could not share.



Secret survivor; she is, but too painful

still needed to be hid, her eyes

won’t see what he did.



Is patiently holding back, trying to put

all that blame in one sack, the

truth she once lacked.



Finds her way through that blackness, but

where she goes no one knows, had

been stuck in her sadness.



She hears voices that sustain her, and

questions why they still remain, is

comfort and support the same.



Lucid; she wants to see the white moon,

vision is clear; expectations loom

and she watches as it blooms.



Reconciled now in the room where she sits,

her still mind adrift, thoughts of bliss,

grateful they still want to kiss,



the one that was missed…

Answer 4

there once was a lady

who needed a statement

she needed it written

but decided to fake it



the world has evolved

the computer has made it small

now to rhyme all she needs

is to ask for a poem that's all



good luck lady

I'm sure you'll do fine

just think of the world

you'll come up with something in no time...



muh a ha



sorry... I should be sleeping...

Answer 5

You do know that "donated" or not, this is an academic crime and you could be kicked out of school for this?



Just curious if it's THAT worth it to you.

Answer 6

In the dark eerie distance,

A flash of light splits the sky,

Soon loud shots come,

As if rains from up high.



Cries of hunger ring,

No place to call home,

Empty plates stare,

For food these children roam.



The goverment we choose,

Have hearts as cold as ice,

All hope lost,

But love just hides in disguise.



People with good hearts,

Volunteer with great pleasure,

Caring for these people,

For they are all valuable treasure.

Answer 7

You wanted my all

you wanted my potatoes

but received tomatoes



Today you insist want a will

you will get my nil

since are a ninny



Tomorrow you will be all palms

for my fetid alms

But lo! Dear Sally

My psalm is my ally.

Answer 8

I wrote a poem to help you out,

But liked it so much, I tucked it away.

Sorry dear friend I changed my mind,

Maybe someday, another time!