I always enjoy reading a poem that has a small epic feel to it, one that takes a image and uses it in all their deep and complex emotions they see. This gives me a sense of fighting, of salvation, of misunderstading. Well told. I only and this is my humble thought, a little repetitive, you resuse words throughtout for emphazise and perhaps in that your effect was the opposite.
Fear was one said to me, nothing more that a outlook into the deepest confusion our own mind sets. Sounds off yes, but to me true, the feelings of fear, upset, hatred almost can be felt in this, and such a subject we all are moved by cancer.
One small suggestion, you wrote:
I can’t do this, a voice inside cried. I can’t do this.
I would change "a voice" to "my voice". Since it is the person's own self talking to themselve. Thanks for sharing and I very so enjoyed your writings.
I think this is very well written in both it really seems to be in the time flow as decribed. I am out of my comfort zome here, but enjoyed this as you sum up a person Phil, very formal, straight to the point letter.
Oh I would bever pass the chance to read another's delightfully poked Zombie poem, ans well zombie's are one of my fav's in the wilderness that is horror, EeK!
Tred softly, as they gather, undead corpses that still feel their souls. Such visuals, oh! spooky, almost melodific in feeling. This is a good poem. Embrace the power of the zombie. Thanks for sharing, kudos!
OH! deeply symbolic, thought tgouching poetry you have shared with us, enjoyable in a dark, somewhat morbid feeling, my muse often enjoys.
Straight forward. I had the feeling that the perosn expressed in this was deeply confused and perhaps offset in their perception of life. To sit dreaming of death, and insects ending, and the twirl of the stars so to speak is quite a poem.
I do have some suggestions, that I hope and offer only in help. It is not my intent to step on any little toes.
Throughout this poem "i" should always be captial. It is individually, character, as I am reviewing you, not i. It lessens the importance and is a grammar typo. You title also should start captalized.
In the second stanza, you use "gone" many times, at first it seems for a repetitive effect but only does it take from your intent. I suggest another word usage for gone, to make it more creative.
A journey taken that was nothing more than despair. Sentences whould start as such, and always remember to end with a period. Presentation means quality and this is a great poem in what it symbolizes, only a few tpoes crippple it. A little editing always does wonders, and I will gladly return to re review.
A spark that could not ignite the flame of a firey love, such feelings are often expressed in romantic ppoems and yours in wonderfully told. To love and lost indeed, make me think would if had better to have not loved at all? No people would yell, for to know love and lose it it better than never haveing it all, and we all can relate to this poem, feel its sadness, the emphatic lure of sorror you so outstanding wrote.
I enjoyed this alot, it reads smooth and is edited well, only suggestion I have is the forth line, it seems to have a word missing after "memory" I think adding "that's" would help, but it only my suggestion.
A good love poem is like a soured apple. Thanks for shariing always!
OH! I was just peeking around and found this and well you really delighted my sad mood, so quirky and humerous, this is just fantastic!
One would think this would be just air, but it really comes together in some neat so creativly told imagery, that truely explains being untitled on purpose. WOW!
Wow!! This really is so meaningful as I was told by Anthony D Redden one is almost brought to tears in the onslaught so gentle yet disarming, this reads, watching the candle melt, Oh so much it said, the lure of the dark shadows that grow closer as the wax fades, the confusion almost as light becomes gray. This is a really well written poem, self destruction does no really come to mind to the very end, and to me, so somber and melody like the poem is expressed, it is deeply moving, in both a gothic feel but one os redemption too. A poem of both sides.
A neat heavenly felt poem about your well heaven for those who deeply embrace it as many here do, wonderful! So heartfelt and simply expressed without being ouver bearing and oreaching scripture.
I could see heaven in all its blinding light, feel the goosebumps in my tummy in the love that blooms there. Very beautiful poem, so fearless, so creative in your own insight to heaven.
Thank you very much for sharing. I enjoyed this poem.
Poem your working on, well I am delighted with the quality this has! Santa saw your talent and I cannot argue.
Such profound feeling, and this tells like an old story, that just seems to have been around forever. I love winter, and so much can be exoressed in poetry with the season, this is one as such.
I like this alot, and well hollar if you add more. Wow!!!!
A deep reflection of the pain, the misery, the outlook to the past wrapped tight in the day to day moments of each new day, when one never ever feels free what what was, as they say, what was will always be.
It always seems worse when its a relationship that was torn apart, in agony.
First line, you do not need need a comma after Jaded, and I suggest chaning "and" to "but" as it seems the ending it stating a fact, a question already answered. A long breathe of knowing.
Deep poem. Thank you for sharing, and always thank Santa for sending me your way.
Oh temptation, what damned us all, LOL! the apple on the tree so to speak, the most intense of all sins, I'm babbling.
This is great! Only those evil typos we are haunted by.
Sixth line:
You need a space after ever comma, last three words.
You last few uses of the word "temptation" are all spelled differently and wrong.
I enjoyed this alot, and have not problem re reviewing it, once some typos are fixed, this has alot of feeling, and a morbid outlook into our own thoughts on the value of life.
It has been way way too long, my friend, and I peek in to find a warm, somewhat dark gate into that port. wow~! I do dare your silence and tainted retreat my friend, always, our Tale of Coco Adore.
Presented with a simple elegamce that only you can do, and beautiful image!
I have missed you. great opening phrase! The nightmare do cometh. Buwhaha!
I have had many tell me never to write your moods, but I have always diagreed. This is quite a emotional poem of deep depression and suicidal tendencies, that I think anyone who reads can relate to in some low part of our own lives.
I could not help but feel this and remember the same thoughts so many times visit me. Thank you for the sombering honest in your face poem.
Refuse indeed. Say it, mean it, speak with an expression that tosses one's words at everyone feet so that they may trip in knowing, a painful outlook you give this poem.
As if the poet knows, but in that knowledge has become hard, bitter, like the bark falling off an aged tree left alone to watch the woods die.
I enjoyed this alot, you really have a morbid talent for expressing your own muse in some somebering images. This poem is a angry one.
Oh! This is a well written tribute to the color black and all the misgivings and unfounded feelings we have about the color but also all that is lingers in the dark as well.
You really have a way with words and I really could feel this poem in all it praise and awe to what black is to the poet writing.
Expressive and touching!
I only suggest captalizing your "i"'s at the end of this prose and perhaps some mla to struture it and give it some cosmetic highlights,
like this,
Devoid of light,
they made you out to be a monster
the Devil incarnate,
associated with death, sorrow and all things glum,
no one ever tried to see the beauty in you
or the necessity of you,
how your (lack of) color makes you unique
amongst all the colors,
ironically, your reputation for
"going with anything"
wasn't enough to save you.
This is powerful prose, one that stays with those who read it.
I love finding wonderfully written forms and you have done just so in this "down memory lane" symbolical poem. I enjoyed this alot and can relate in my own days of looking back in pho albums that my parents kept, and especially so with today for most do not keep albums anymore only store pictures o their pc.
I fear rhythm and rhme and envy you for sharing us such a postive well written, just oh la la form! Thank you.
One of my favorite topics Dante's Inferno, and a wonderful poem to salute the dying embers of a ashful soul, as it grasps for the last memories of what was their humanity. ( my muse is awake ) You keep the imagery vivid, yet no so as to be bring the rating high. Well done, and I am happy I found this.
You wrote: Each minute describes the pain
which is the lust of deception.
True! so well expressed. My muse is drooling in delight! Bravo! dark and dismal indeed, like I have said once in a poem, All hope sickens and dies. LOL!
A deeply gothic tale of the stain on who's guilt indeed, a fantastic poem I gotta say!
It almost seems lyrical when I read it, and you describe some horrific imagery in a silent non gory perceptions of what quilt is like for those who murder, and often it is afterwards that the true horror wakes.
I only have one suggestion well perhaps more confusion. In the beginning I believed the murderer was female but to the end male, somehow I would clarify this.
Welcome to wdc, StaiNed in tarnished perceptions, LOL!
Random read, Oh la! I am just thrilled at this poem and my delighful find. Often poems as this somber, demented sunlight nature are ones that bring us to tears, and a sadness that only words bring, but yours Enga gives something else, a sight fo that perhaps we do live on when the world has abandened us, and in our lives we burden those we love. Not a painful weight but a learning search of why we are as we are, is it others or will be truely be remember when that name is read on that desk.
I am moved by this and well can't say I see anything that would improve it. This is simply, tastefully, colorful, honest in your face poetry.
! Oh This is simply fantastic! Questions haunting, the search, often said in what we search for we learn from the journey, and this is a great poem, I enjoy deeply reading poems that are quaint and symbolic in their essence of imagery that in this one is somehat sad, but in the same way rewarding. This has a brainwashing feel to it, a profound read.
I only have two small suggestions that really are my own thoughts and offer only in my humble stained perceptions to not improve for this is truely great but well those evil puncutation errors we all make.
Second last couplet,
The questions within, screaming for conclusion,
Moments of clarity seem but (an) illusion.
and it your first couplet I would add a comma after answers in the second line, there is a pause there.
Colorful reflexion of your muse's imagination. Thanks!! for sharing and coming to wdc. I will be back to read more.
What a suggestion and question for Santa Claus Cubby! Wow! My search for holiday horror this morning is just wonderful, and I thought this would be a lacking subject, oh was I wrong, even you Cubby have oozed forth a fantastic poem.
Simple and expressed in tasteful not gory insight of a evil perhaps not so Santa.. Santa. It was howling to read. I juts gotta include this in my Decemeber 2nd spot for the horror/scary newsletter. Everyone will enjoy this I am sure.
Would roses in winter not be a really powerful sight? yuppers. I think so, and this sums my thoughts on this prompt! beautifully. Wow Larry can really be creative in bringing out our best in poems when we are inspired from one of his prompts.
The ending is just wow! I did not see that, but really now that I have read it could not imagine different. You are a great poet daizy, and I am humbled to be in your port.
"You are a great group leader who could not be appreciated more."
OH! Kanaspoet prompts, so provoking and intense. I remember this one, and though did not write any poems for it, and impressed by yours Daizy. *bigmsmile* What a unique poem, I am really well at a loss for words. You go girl!
You really took an unusual take on this prompt and I enjoyed it. A person, a favorite shirt and well the sanity that hold us toegther when everything goes wrong.
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