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Want to read my poem… criticize, give opinions, etc.??

Losing my peers has me losing my ability to shed tears.
They might not like who I am… I never really have cared;
It seems to me, that mourning is contagious and shared.
Hatred, fists and bullets flying everywhere and in pairs.

Wondering for moments at a time; is anything truly fair?

Revenge is what America’s bald eagle represents to me…
Our foreign policy; encouraging haters to grow like hair.
Watching the news only freezes my heart and my mind;
Making it harder for me to recognize love and the kind.

A world so cold-hearted that it spreads to our minds.

“Respect is earned”, is an opinion so commonly shared;
We’re turning respect into a thing more difficult to find.
Fear and paranoia… the torn ties amongst communities;
Guns and uniforms worn, leaving sticks & stones behind.

Is humanity truly worthy of it’s relation to the word “humane”?
Humanity’s past-time seems to be driving each other insane.

How is this poem? Is there anything I should change?

For 7th grade English class, we had to write a list poem about wishes. Well, I don’t have it in front of me, but this is something along the lines of the beginning and end:
If Wishes Would Only Come True
If wishes would only come true,
I would wish I could fly,
Then I could zoom off into the sky like Superman,
Free of all the troubles normally tying me to this beaten ground.
… Other verses like that one… (can’t remember them exactly)
I could wish for many things,
But wishes will never come true.
Oh, if wishes would only come true.

Comment freely and truthfully, please.
It looks like I repeated the same line twice at the beginning, but “If Wishes Would Only Come True” is the title.

what do u think about my poem i wrote?

well here it is…………………

falling from the sky into your arms,
youll never get hurt aslong as im with you,
my heart is chained to your wing,
youll be with me as ill be with you,
flaoting in time with the wings and chains bagging,
surreding feelings of sorrow and hate,
i may be leaving you behide,
but you shall never not be in my heart,
tho it is stinched and stspled togather,
as the blood drips and dries,
it will only stay alive adn beat with yours,
love is just a word you use,
but honestly no one knows what it means,
as you drag my heart on those sharp razors,
cutting it up and the piesces scatter,
lets tie it up and start again,
fly up and just let me fall and die,
so scars are all thats left
…………..well what do u think about it?
well i rite my poems cuz they help me cope with cutting adn my problems with ppl caring about me …and yes som words r missplelled i aint a good typer.

do tell me what you think of my poem?

“untranslated”

she is an angel
but she is not
she is a human
but she is not…
she flutters past me
I cannot read the images
my tongue is tied in every English knot
my eyes fed by the elegance she spews
from every inch of her pail body
able only to translate the awe of it
straight through to a gaping hole.
I am silent
all I hear is the air she caresses
softly beneath her wings
as she flies right through
without a word
on her way back to the dark corner
she and hope were born in.
she is an angel
but she is not
she a human
but she is not…

Does anyone know this poems name and author?

I found this poem on Yahoo Answers when looking for a poem to recite at school but I neec to know what the name and authors of the poem is…

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 the 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.