Tones of passion

Anger Anger Anger
Anger is a strong burning poison of life
A brave man easily controls his anger,
In every walk of life it brings us danger,
Even though it divorces husband and wife,
Angry men and women lose consciousness,
They fight and fight wildly without thinking,
Good hearts are disturbed in deep sinking,
It makes them to argue in unconsciousness,
In anger a son tears the shirt of his father,
And his father angrily runs to the police-station,
To see this incident many people may gather,
They laugh and say, what an insulting situation!
Grandmother shouts, anger is a hot weather,
Anger, Anger, Anger, my son stop your destruction.
Mazid S Kazi , INDIA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-anger-anger/
This poem is about being angry and how you can do things that can hurt other people. Anger can destroy marriage, make others feel bad, hurt, cause destruction, and many other hurtful things.

Tones of logic

Curious
--What’s new? “I tell you, nothing whatsoever.”
--Don’t fool with me: you’re hiding it, I know.
Oh, don’t you feel ashamed? you think you’re clever
To hide the news from me like from a foe?
Oh, tell me, brother, why? Inform me, I insist!
Don’t be so stubborn, give me just a clue...
“Oh, let me be, the only thing I know is this -
That you’re a fool, but that is nothing new.”
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curious-12/

This poem is about how when people get curious they want to know what is going on and they want to know now! If you dont tell them they will get mad at you.

Tones of pleasure


The Peaceful Shepard
If heaven were to do again,
And on the pasture bars,
I leaned to line the figures in
Between the dotted starts,

I should be tempted to forget,
I fear, the Crown of Rule,
The Scales of Trade, the Cross of Faith,
As hardly worth renewal.

For these have governed in our lives,
And see how men have warred.
The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all
As well have been the Sword.
Robert Lee Frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peaceful-shepard-the/
This poem is about when baby Jesus was bourn and how everything was peaceful and the Sheppard’s where at peace when they saw the star to fallow.

Tones of pain

Close those Sad Sad Eyes
Close those sad sad eyes girl,
and let your feelings wash away,
Bring up nothing more than what you want to say,
So close those sad sad eyes girl,
realize your way,
I hope it all passes by my love,
and hope you it flies away
Now close your sad sad eyes girl,
and forget about your sad sad day.
Beautiful Grim
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/close-those-sad-sad-eyes/
This poem is about sadness. When you are sad you should close your eyes and forget about your day and let your worries go away. Tomorrow will be a better day


Tones of comedy

Amused
Sometimes I'm amused
Sometimes I'm not
Fairie Helper
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem

This poem is about how some people are amused and others are not. This person is sometimes and sometimes not amused.

Tones of animation


Eager Eyes
Eyes watch me,
Like a pulpit lord,
Commanding the verses,
With an onmipotent force.
More sudden and strong than a drill sergeant,
The Lord of Biblical War.
Bombs fly,
And the effegy stands tall,
A reqiuem for the effervescent truth,
Sparkling like carbonated water,
With a congratulational flame,
Eternal.
True.
Eternal.
Free.
The eyes watch me.
The Eager Eyes.
Stuart Logan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem

This poem is about eager eyes watching him and how they make sure he does the right things and doesn't do anything wrong. The eyes that are watching him are God's eyes.


Tones of apathy
I'm Bored (a short poem)
I'm bored to death
Can that be even true
Well, I am still alive
I need something to do

I gotta find some intrest
But I don't know what
I can't think of anything
My mind's door is shut
Katherine Sessor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem

This poem is about someone who is bored to death and that they have nothing to. He realy wants to find something to do.

Tones of submission and timidity

I Was Awed
The wind blows,
transparent light,
and the sun,
glows crimson bright.
the sky is softest hue of blue
the grass is anything but white
the birds bird-call to the sight
they are at a great height.
But there’s a backlight to it all.
I was mauling the mud
But this is what I saw.
And I was awed.
Hannah Liu

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem

This poem is about how she was awed at the sight of nature and how it is so beautiful and such an amazing sight.