Is there a poem that describes you?

Question

Is there a poem that describes you?

Answer 1

"Like a man traveling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and also the people in the fields on each side, but near him all appears clear, though in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them."

Answer 2

If there's a king

There's always a queen

If there's you

There's always me

If you say "run"

I ask how far?

If you say "swim"

I ask how deep?

If you say "leave me"

I say "NEVER"

Because we are meant for each other.

Haha! Very corny!!! And childish!

Actually I made this poem when I was a sophomore in high school and gave the original to my girlfriend before. You see! I'm such a shy boy when I was a kid. You can notice it that I never mentioned the word "love" in my poem. I just hide it from it's meaning. Instead of saying "I will love you forever" I replaced it with "Because we are meant for each other" thing just to slightly twist it! Because for me that time, to mention the word "love" makes me shy, I don't understand but I really am.

Answer 3

Yes it is and it's called the saddest girl in the world' and my sister wrote it long ago about me..

Answer 4

In a round about way, maybe my state of mind on how I view the world.

The Genius Of The Crowd

  

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average

human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it

and the best at hate are those who preach love

and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god

those who preach peace do not have peace

those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers

beware the knowers

beware those who are always reading books

beware those who either detest poverty

or are proud of it

beware those quick to praise

for they need praise in return

beware those who are quick to censor

they are afraid of what they do not know

beware those who seek constant crowds for

they are nothing alone

beware the average man the average woman

beware their love, their love is average

seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred

there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you

to kill anybody

not wanting solitude

not understanding solitude

they will attempt to destroy anything

that differs from their own

not being able to create art

they will not understand art

they will consider their failure as creators

only as a failure of the world

not being able to love fully

they will believe your love incomplete

and then they will hate you

and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond

like a knife

like a mountain

like a tiger

like hemlock

their finest art



By Charles Bukowski

Answer 5

I'm sure there's one out there. I just haven't come across it.

Answer 6

If Gypsy Rose Lee has a poem about her...that's me!

But, tired of roaming around!

Answer 7

Yes and it was written just for me by one of my favorite writers.

Edwin Caudill

Answer 8

once upon a december.i dont know who its by and im pretty sure its a song.lol.but i love it

Answer 9

This doesnt describe me at all,

Well it does,

in a way that my life hasnt been the best.:

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

but this poem,

is more about me and other parts of my life:

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

Answer 10

People are unreasonable, illogical, self-centred

... love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives

... do good anyway.

If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies

... be successful anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow

... do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable

... be honest and frank anyway.

People love underdogs but follow only top dogs

... follow some underdog anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight

... build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you try to help

... help people anyway.

If you give the world the best you have, you may get kicked in the teeth

... but give the world the best you have

... Anyway.

Answer 11

Erat Hora (It is the hour) - Ezra Pound

"Thank you, whatever comes." And then she turned

And, as the ray of sun on hanging flowers

Fades when the wind hath lifted them aside,

Went swiftly from me.

Nay, whatever comes

One hour was sunlit and the most high gods

May not make boast of any better thing

Than to have watched that hour as it passed.

Answer 12

Yup! Here it is:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;...

How about you?

Answer 13

Me? A fool?It must be a joke.

What is it that you've had to smoke?

Could it be those few tell-tale tokes,

that allows you to come up with hoax?

What goals you've reached?

What kingdoms you rule?

Who are you to call me a fool?