Jealousy

This poem makes me one jealous poet!

FUNERAL BLUES

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden


This makes me jealous because she uses such great metaphores, and it creates imagery that is really vivid. Like when she says "Pack up the moon, and dissmantle the sun, pour away the ocea, and sweep up the woods". It's so great!! And i'm a writer that likes some good rhymes... she does that well.

Complaints

Im exhausted from this sickness
Lost in your metaphors and their thickness
Sniffing up tears
Feeling nauseous with my fears
Congested with my some worry
Tired of feeling like I'm in a hurry.
I've got a stomach ache from waiting
At least my headache is fading.
I'm infected with rude friends
And my patience with them is at wits end.
All of the doctors can't find the right prescription
I'm tired of people thinking all I speak is fiction.
Some people have told me ive got the winter blues
But really the truth is, I'm achng over you.
I'm getting sicker and sicker everyday
Im ill from the fact that I'm so forgiving is that price I have to pay.

Frustration

Frustration, you've got the best of men
Frustration,you are a zero out of ten
Frustration
You chased the tired and the meak
Frustration
For you, no one would seek
Frustration
You try to put us down
Frustration
We wish you weren't around
Frustration
We'll soon chase you away
Frustration
maybe, today

for your inturpitations...

Don't you want to start anew?
We're looking at the sea why not waste the veiw?
That ship begins to sink
and you're still telling me what to think
For your sake
I hope heven and hell are really there
but I wouldn't hold my breath
You've wasted life,
why wouldn't you waste death?