Best Summary Poems
She wanders through the town in the morning light, the firemaker's daughter, with her brilliant eyes. Her hair is wild and blazing red, and her steps are light as she walk, she treads.
She carries the flame magic, her father's gift that bears his name. She keeps the fires burning hot and bold, and her stories are fascinating and never get old.
The firemaker's daughter, with a lovely heart, she gives her warmth, her refined soul. Her excitement is unbounded as she dances in the flames, and her laughter echoes, warm and tidal.
In the blackness of the night, she is a beacon of light, her flames alight, a guiding sight. The firemaker's daughter is a force to be reckoned with. Her spirit was fiery, and her story was unknown.
I
I'm the ground
that you step ...
I'm the sidewalk
that takes you ...
I'm the ladder
that elevates you ...
The bridge that
you cross ...
II
You are the cup,
I'm your coffee ...
You are the dish,
I'm dessert ...
You are the knife that cuts me,
I feed you, I'm a spoon ...
I am your servant,
you are my queen,
I am your man,
you are not my woman ...!
" Prolog".....
It can truly be said that the love of "God" has never destroyed
anything, but has assured utter happiness to those who seek
His path and adhered to His work in His own name. Love promotes'
love when walking in the path of "God". Lust promotes' ultimate
self destruction at its' extreme. Love can not be confused because it
is absolute and with-out out side interpretation with "God" as a
witness. Lust ends' in only one interpretation when exhibited in the
eyes' of the Devil...
Love provides' for positive growth while physical attraction (lust/deceit) only
provides' for temporary indulgences' of this World. The Devil delights' in His
deed.
The Lord gave His only begotten Son for love. For lust, the Devil gives' a life
of confusion and jealousy. While love makes no provisions' for jealousy, distrust
murder in the name of the Lord or any other indignation, it do provide
instruction in the Word of the LORD.
Lust doe's entail indecision, murder, adultery and other foul crimes' against man
and beast. It don't invite confusion and transgression against your fellow man!
The Devil would agree that this is necessary in the name of Jesus. I would say
that it is in the name of Love if you confuse the Devils' comment verse "God's" good
will.
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
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In hallowed halls of learning's sacred light,
Where dreams doth take their winged and lofty flight,
There stands a school, a fortress of delight,
Its beauty found in minds, a radiant sight.
No mere abode of bricks and stones, this place,
But where young minds imbibe knowledge's embrace,
A tapestry, each thread a vibrant grace,
In every classroom, wisdom we do chase.
The magic of learning, like a potent brew,
Weaves spells as youthful minds are born anew,
As autumn leaves, in golden splendor, strew,
In books and lessons, truths take shape and hue.
'Tis not in facts and figures, as you know,
But in the journey, how we thrive and grow,
A path to self, a ceaseless ebb and flow,
Where wisdom's seeds in fertile minds we sow.
The laughter, like a stream in ancient halls,
A symphony of voices, as each soul calls,
The school's true beauty, like a star that falls,
In friendships forged, where every heart enthralls.
To thrive, to learn, within this hallowed ground,
A privilege, a quest where truth is found,
With teachers as our guides, our dreams unbound,
We soar through life, where endless beauty's crowned.
Let's treasure this domain where knowledge gleams,
Where wonder and inquiry grace our dreams,
In learning's enchantment, life's vibrant streams,
The school's enduring grace, our spirit beams.
Rosa Parks, sit proud,
Head high with no retreat,
Do not be forced to the back
This seat is more than just a seat,
Let them drag you to the jail
Mistreatment all the world can see,
Spirits stir, blood boils,
N.A.A.C.P.
Dr. King, Dr. King!
Tell the world about your dream,
Preach of togetherness
as the ignorant still scream,
Non violence is the movement
Serenity could end the strife,
But a man moved by malice
Picked up a gun and took your life,
Who's next? Malcolm X?
Another brother had to die,
Racists whites or Muslim mobsters?
Who killed you and why?
Was it because of your courage
Because you had the will to try?
By any means necessary
You preached an eye for an eye,
So many soldiers in the struggle
Who will not be coming back,
Loud voices and strong minded,
Dead before the Civil Rights Act,
Equality for us all,
Is a summary of the paper,
To all who paved the way
I want to thank you for your labor,
I thank many, and many thanks,
We are truly in your debts,
I breathe and write freely,
Focused to give you no regrets,
From the shackles on your ankles
Through the hundreds of years of drama,
Good or bad his term may be,
“Today” our President is named O'Bama
PROLOG.....
Love and deception: one must understand that love and Deception
are the two most meaningless words' in the dictionary if used in-
correctly. Love is indestructible and secure in itself. The latter is
lust rooted in deceit, yet, clothed in the name of love and has changed
its' attire through out the Centuries'. One has never done in the name of
love because love has only produced everlasting immortality in the wake
of utter damnation. Deceit has covered many of circumstance of war and
destroyed many a civilization.
Life
lives on balance
between hope and
the despair...
Between love
and the disappointment ...
Life lives constantly
trampoline of each of us ...
Time is constant too
to mark facts and to scratch
calendars ...
Revolution! Revolution!
Is the cry of the war
Civil conflict to combat
Fight for freedom once more,
Taking bullets for the north
We will overtake the south,
Gettysburg reaches hearts
by way of word of mouth,
Keep fighting, keep talking,
Lincoln makes a declaration,
Freedom is a document
Emancipation Proclamation,
Yell Glory Hallelujah
History is being made,
Yet illogical inequality
Is the heat within the shade,
Segregation is the word
Whitey yells it from the mountain,
No colored folks eat our food
Or drink from our water fountains,
Different schools, different places,
Different things for different races,
Last difference is
Humiliation on our faces
They whistle at a white woman
Beat them until its hard to stand,
Either the cops will get them first
Or we enforce the wrath of Klan,
Hang em high up in the trees
Cut the privates off the man,
Example after example,
That will make them understand,
Take us home, We want to roam,
Free within the mother land,
Marcus Garvey is the speaker
Back to Africa is the plan,
We want to go, We want to stay,
A mix of love and disagree,
What other way, what other way,
To fight this inequality?
I see me in every little scared child
Littler than even the smallest of her peers
Voiceless outside, screaming inside
Taking solace in a closed space with a dozen imagined friends
I see me in every defiant teenager
Beautiful, smart yet full of lies and seductive tricks
She knows no better
The awed uncles are just wolves waiting to tear her apart
I see me in a distressed youth
Unwanted baby in hand, no man to pat her back
Now she knows better
A smile too many leads down a dark path to disruption
I see me now a woman with a vantage view
Able to sift the shaft out and tell rubies from ruffles
Through pain strength is born
Robe cladding, teeth shining, accolades shimmering, claps roaring
I have written about my dream,
How I was watching a film,
Playing games and make a team,
You will get in my poem.
Life when I was a child,
Time when I was in glad,
Even when I was in sad,
In my writing you will read.
My planning at the table,
Things which I am very capable,
I have arrange them in Google,
Just search them with their tittle.
Summary of My First Day of Spring
or Shortest Poem I Ever Wrote
Think More Time I Should Devote?
First day of spring did start ensuing;
Now many new things had to be doing;
Took shower after body took a beating
And ended up in Landscape Meeting.
That is how it was and what happened.
Used category of bereavement for my
body and Spring for the rest of it.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
What is the summary of these two poems : "on the memory of mr edward king, drowned in the irish seas by john cleveland, mark anthony;"when as the nightingale chanted her vespers dirge" by james shirley. Please I need feedback on these two poems.
The troubles of a youth trapped in the misery of his own accomplishment,
trying to solve the equation of positive change caused by a chain reaction of an experiment he carried out unsuccessfully due to mismanagement.,
he searched different sources and tried dubious formulas to correct it quickly but unfortunately got confused at the moment,
looked at his time for the first time then realized,"only the truth could save him", from punishment.
What you will have the opportunity to glimpse now is this long sentence, the somewhat lyrical, brief and inaccurate portrait of the circumstances that led us to be what we are, that is, this almost disappointing species that fights eternally and uninterruptedly between be and have, the genus that has inhabited the world for millennia, reigning colossally over all other species as it stumbles over every obstacle and falls off every precipice it encounters, for being too proud to recognize and understand the mistakes of the past and for being the patient of this mental blindness that prevents him from going around the tribulations precisely because he is obtuse enough to wound himself on sharp edges or climb in a painful and unnecessary way the mountains that he would avoid if he had the intelligence he despises or doesn't have, since he doesn't just suffer the humiliation of being just a simulacrum of that super man who imagined when his chest was all boasting while his brain didn't stop savage of an arrogant nutmeg, the clenched hands futilely trying to stop a past that only now understands inglorious and the resolute feet that have always marched ignorantly towards the existential nothingness that will certainly be the final reward for these frivolous yearnings, for these questionable goals, for this life of less.
Here is the summary of everything:
or pulsating love,
or hemlock ...
Or love in its entirety,
or nothing...
Because life without love
it's not life
it's simulacrum ...!