#1
I need a poem for my english class, I don't know of any authors or anything and it needs to be about an issue. By issue I mean for example, global warming or spousal abuse, that kind of an issue. If anyone can give me any names of authors that might write about this or the actual poem, that would be great.
"Waltz it up! The pit is it!"
#3
Quote by armon77
roses are red
violets are blue
i hear you need a poem?
oh well fuck you.



It doesn't deal with a big issue.
"Waltz it up! The pit is it!"
#4
Quote by armon77
roses are red
violets are blue
i hear you need a poem?
oh well fuck you.

nice... rude and poetic at the same time
#5
on a serious note, poetry is hard to find in these modern times. maybe i'm just over looking them but i cant really think of modern big issue poetry good luck though.
#6
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roses are red
violets are blue
i hear you need a poem?
oh well fuck you.

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#7
My favourite poem:

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They **** you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were ****ed up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
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tormented soul, forever searching
not knowing what it desires
not caring for what it may find
through the dark, sickening lies it does creep

sights of horror, vile dispair
the black soul, he does not care
for once youve seen life, you have seen hell
brutal, sickening views that no one dare tell

still tormented, for eversearching
the black soul, resides to his fate
lays down his arms, and forgets to hate
looks around at all that once was and begins to cry
he knows this is the end, he knows it is his time to die

written by daniel wray.

i have wrote, therefore i am, a writer!
lol

Edit:: i didnt read your post, sorry. i can have a look, but as far as i can remember. there isnt a lot of people writing about global warming etc...
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#9
You See The Person Who Started To Be An Arse Had To Be An American Why Did He Have To Be So Negative To The Guy Who Asked A Question
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You See The Person Who Started To Be An Arse Had To Be An American Why Did He Have To Be So Negative To The Guy Who Asked A Question

stuart, all your capitalization hurts my eyes. please shut up.
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You See The Person Who Started To Be An Arse Had To Be An American Why Did He Have To Be So Negative To The Guy Who Asked A Question


? are u being serious?

if you are:

well see now the guy complaining cant take a joke, he had to be english.
#13
It's about culture differences. I don't like it, but it's the only one I could think of.

Moniza Alvi -
Presents from my Aunts in Pakistan

They sent me a salwar kameez
peacock-blue,
and another
glistening like an orange split open,
embossed slippers, gold and black
points curling.
Candy-striped glass bangles
snapped, drew blood.
Like at school, fashions changed
in Pakistan -
the salwar bottoms were broad and stiff,
then narrow.
My aunts chose an apple-green sari,
silver-bordered
for my teens.

I tried each satin-silken top -
was alien in the sitting-room.
I could never be as lovely
as those clothes -
I longed
for denim and corduroy.
My costume clung to me
and I was aflame,
I couldn't rise up out of its fire,
half-English,
unlike Aunt Jamila.

I wanted my parents' camel-skin lamp -
switching it on in my bedroom,
to consider the cruelty
and the transformation
from camel to shade,
marvel at the colours
like stained glass.

My mother cherished her jewellery -
Indian gold, dangling, filigree,
But it was stolen from our car.
The presents were radiant in my wardrobe.
My aunts requested cardigans
from Marks and Spencers.

My salwar kameez
didn't impress the schoolfriend
who sat on my bed, asked to see
my weekend clothes.
But often I admired the mirror-work,
tried to glimpse myself
in the miniature
glass circles, recall the story
how the three of us
sailed to England.
Prickly heat had me screaming on the way.
I ended up in a cot
In my English grandmother's dining-room,
found myself alone,
playing with a tin-boat.

I pictured my birthplace
from fifties' photographs.
When I was older
there was conflict, a fractured land
throbbing through newsprint.
Sometimes I saw Lahore -
my aunts in shaded rooms,
screened from male visitors,
sorting presents,
wrapping them in tissue.

Or there were beggars, sweeper-girls
and I was there -
of no fixed nationality,
staring through fretwork
at the Shalimar Gardens.
The will to neither strive nor cry,
The power to feel with others give.
Calm, calm me more; nor let me die
Before I have begun to live.

-Matthew Arnold

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#14
take any punk song without the music and the chorus
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or this poem i think its called
Real lies
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? are u being serious?

if you are:

well see now the guy complaining cant take a joke, he had to be english.

YES IT WAS FUNNY BUT THE GUY DID ASK A QUESTION YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID YOUR BIT THEN SOMTHING TO AWSER HIM
OMG YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS BUT ENGLISH PEOPLE ARE PROBS THE MOST LAID BACK RELAXED AND CAN TAKE A JOKE KINDA PEOPEL IN THE WORLD

YOUR FEEBLE ATEMPT ON "TRYING" TO BE WITTY WAS QUITE CRAP
#17
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stuart, all your capitalization hurts my eyes. please shut up.

THATS A BIG WORD PITTY YOU USED IT IN TE

I LOVE AMERICANS SOMTIMES BUT THEY GET IRITATING WHEN THEY TRY TO BE CLEVER
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Quote by stuartstratford
THATS A BIG WORD PITTY YOU USED IT IN TE

I LOVE AMERICANS SOMTIMES BUT THEY GET IRITATING WHEN THEY TRY TO BE CLEVER

what the hell's a "pitty"?

and you are being just as irritating right now.
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#19
Oh My God Let's All Use Caps!! Woah! What's Going On! Hey Guys! Enjoying Yourselves? I Can't Think Of Any Poems, Sorry!
#21
Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into that good night (one of my favorites)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Thus sayeth the Lord.

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Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into that good night (one of my favorites)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


I was reading another poem by Dylan Thomas and I like the way he emphasises his point so much, I think it works well. In this one " Rage, rage against the dying of the light." and "Do not go gentle into that good night" and in the other one I read it was "and death shall have no dominion"
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