Thoughts racing in my head again begging to be let out.
I'm Freezing I'm Frozen I'm Numb Right down to my very soul Hell is not hot It's cold Worst then the coldest winter On the darkest night Chilling my bones As if from fright I am dead My blood turned to ice I tried to warn them I did so even twice All they said was nice Feelings are gone The pain is a badge torn Time inches like a worm Traveling through a winter storm In the end my frozen touch will only burn
Again, I urge you to use punctuation in your poetry. It will bring out the the feelings of anger and sorrow, the passion of the write. Nice. I like this piece.
Good poem for the picture and a deep, penetrating cold it is that you paint. I guess the concept (closing line) of a frozen touch burning is an acceptable one, given poetic license and the contrast you're trying to establish, but I wonder about an earlier dichotomy: feelings are gone followed by pain is a badge - it seems to me that there'd be no pain if feelings are gone... just a thought. Even earlier I think the better comparative term would be worse than, not worst then (note the e-t in worst and a-e changes in then). I'm chilly just thinking about this poem. :-)
Amazing write dude. The imagery is awesome and now I sound like a robot repeating everyone and telling you what you want to here. Uh, I love the picture :D No one's commented on that. Seriously dude, keep up the good work.
I definitely dig the rhyme scheme, but I feel like it might be deterring the flow of the poem a little bit. I love the imagery, and I love the point you're trying to get across, without a doubt, but if it's not flowing right out of your mind rhyming, then maybe it's not supposed to. Keep it up though, loving what I'm seeing so far!
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