in a broken smile you mask an ocean of pain.
tide rises and lowers, it drives you insane.
your eyes tell a story. you cant hide.
they marvelously reveal the devistation inside.
hard to breathe. hard to think.
hard to love. hard to blink.
in your home there should be no fear.
you're constantly asking "what am i doing here?"
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Starlight
A hard little piece to write, though the eyes are masking the pain there is so much love in there it must be flowing over..
Lovely write, Yours Ian.T
thank you
Thank you. :)
wow
the Starlight guided me here. lolz. nicely written. so short a poem flowing neatly from start to finish. nice work with the rhyming, sounds perfect for me.
I like these lines:
"in a broken smile you mask an ocean of pain.
tide rises and lowers, it drives you insane."
Good work.
respects
WonderGolly :)
Thankssss
haha clever. :) thanks bunches!
Some typos
they marvelously reveal the devistation inside. [marvelously marvellously, devistation devastation]
Your creativity is astounding. Experiment with every form and above all read your favourite poets, it's the best way to learn.
I run the workshops here and I think you could value from them,
with much admiration,
Thanks:)
oops must have missed those, this one was just thrown together. i had word vomit and strung the words together. thank you for your tips
Hello Star,
Suggestion:
In this line: (tide rises and lowers, it drives you insane.) I would change the word lowers to recedes, as that is what the tides do,making a receding shore line :) On the title, how about changing it to something like: "Where Love Resides" Just a suggestion as I feel your title is a bit mundane. Hope I have helped.
I loved your poem. And these lines best:
your eyes tell a story. you cant hide.
they marvelously reveal the devistation inside.
hard to breathe. hard to think.
hard to love. hard to blink.
always, Cat
thanks
thanks for the pointers! :)
Hey there.
I've been too busy of late, but I've been wanting to poke around in your other posts. So, don't be surprised to see me turning up here and there.
Instead of commenting on this poem, I think I'll comment on Jess' words. He's quite right about your level of creativity and... he's very right about the typos. To a poet who wishes to be taken seriously (and I think you should be) a typographical error is like walking to the liquor store naked. You may be proud of what you're strutting, but everyone is looking at the wrong things and most of them are uncomfortable with the whole event.
Here's another one. They say smoking is the single most "preventable" disease known. To cure it, just stop smoking. So the lowly typo. Of all the "mistakes" you can make in your poetry, the typo is the easiest to recognize and eliminate. I try never to allow ANYTHING to slip away from me that isn't exactly what I intended. Bitch at me about my poetry, but not my proofreading.
So, as I read the rest of your fun stuff, I will make a quick note at the bottom (no big, flagrant yelling match) to tell you I noticed the typo's. I hope they disappear utterly. They have no place in the work of a poet with your potential.
Jess mentioned another thing and I think it's important. You most certainly should try (particularly at this time in your metamorphosis) to write in a plethora of different styles. It's how a poet teaches himself to think. You have such a range open to you don't limit it by restricting yourself to eight or ten types of poetry. Explore everything. Your abilities and desires will tell you when to settle down into a particular mode.
See you soon.
wesley
hello
Well the typos have already been mentioned. It's good to try different forms as learning them will always lead to improvement in whichever your preferred form is. Hence this old rhymer tries and revisits almost everything I run across, Now your rhyming is spot on. Next you should read this out loud to yourself. You will then discover a few flaws in flow. I see you mainly write free verse. By exploring rhyme and rhythm you will find that you can use both in small quantities to accentuate portions of a free verse poem. .............stan
The elite poets of Neo have already spoken
The elite poets of Neo have already spoken
Being adept at free verse
And
Not boasting of being a poet at all,
I feel you have the potential
Of the highest mountain,
shielding a volcano to explode.
And explode you must,
As well as explore
beyond the realms of the poetic constraints
Shakespeare wouldn't have been living till today,
Had he stifled himself with poetic limitations
In which we prefer to chain...
You are that light,
rising at the dawn of existence,
hurt and have feelings of human creation
and
you excel at the most.
God bless you child .
Forgive me if in my analysis
I've gone wild.