Teen Poetry #4 |
Passing days |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
One more day and nothing’s happened,-- How I loathe these wasted hours! Neighbor’s dog continues yapping At the passing Autumn showers. There, the mailman walks humming Same old tune without a name. Something told me change was coming, But I watched and nothing came. I have poured myself some coffee, Only it could still console And relieve the pain, the awfully Hopeless pain within my soul. And it seems that I am destined To remain here all my life... Wearied fingers squeeze the pencil Like the answer to my strife. Marked by X’s, days are passing. Worry dominates my thoughts. Only birds continue basking In the dust of country roads. [This message has been edited by Master (edited 04-27-2001).] |
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anonymous albert ?
since 2001-03-23
Posts 2979 |
i liked this one.. good job... keep writing ...? death is not the greatest loss in life. the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. -norman cousins |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I liked it.....the last stanza didn't seem to fit though in my eyes....Anyway I did like it....very well done. I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
I know your style is imperfect rhyme, but "roads" and "thoughts" was pushing it a bit I thought... In the third stanza, reiteration of the word "pain" seemed a bit sloppy. On a positive note, your meter was excellent. Just excellent. Only a few things I could say about this, overall I did enjoy it. Nicely done. ~Allan Build a man a fire, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life. |
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Elvenblood Member
since 2001-02-17
Posts 409Maine, USA |
Ahh, Allan, but repeating it makes it all the better in my opinion! I don't know why, I'm not very wlel versed in the mechanics of poetry. Mechanics in poetry to me are like paving roads in space. There's no point to me. I see poetry as completely free expression, and I hate having rules in it! (This is NOT an attack of the mods by the way, just an opinion of how I see expressive art) No angels in heaven nor demons below the sea, could ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Master, this is wonderfully descriptive and i had a great time imagining those images you conjured as i read along. however, i have to agree with Dopey_dope. the last two lines, while great imagery, doesnt seem to fit in with hte rest of the poem? nevertheless, i enjoyed |
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