If I could talk, If I could tell you everything I’ve seen, I could tell you stories you would never want to believe. No one knows what I have seen with my all-seeing eyes. No one is alive to tell the secrets I’ve overheard.
I’ve seen little pieces of heaven and little pieces of hell I’ve heard whispers of tenderness and screams of hatred I’ve seen love spoken to one and given to another I’ve heard a heart breaking and footsteps leaving.
Oh, How hard it is to watch life fade away, How hard it is to watch love grow cold, How hard it is to listen to every pained cry, How hard it is to bear witness to these images And be unable to speak one word.
You will never hear from me. My mouth is shut, but my eyes and ears are forever open. It is my curse, to be able to stand so tall, so straight, so strong.
To bear the weight of the world To hold the roof over the murder’s head and be unable to break To shelter the demons of the world and separate the angels
I cannot tell you whom exactly I’ve seen. I cannot tell you what exactly I’ve heard.
Parts of this I really relate to: "I could tell you stories you would never want to believe."
A good thing is if walls did speak you could listen to their stories while having a pint or two. You could get drunk next to bricks! And it would be an entirely sane thing. Would be a good excuse atleast ;-)
i like it i felt the music in my head i feel it should be a song infact i was struming sum crazy guitar licks to it great peice i just feel it should be touched up a little bit
I love the rhytm that ou keep throught out this. It's captavatig and the image in my head is so clear and yet it's not but that's what I love about it. All and all it's amazing.
I felt this piece lacked the insights that drive your ideals. plainly put, too much telling of an emotion and not enough showing through imagery or scene.
I like this poem. The walls could tell some good secrets. Your story was amazing. Each line adding and making the story stronger and with purpose. I like the ending. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote
Well, the featured review, kinda stole my thunder...lol.
A great poem about something we always take for granted, the privacy the walls give us. I love the way this poet has brought life to an everyday object and through this poem, a completely new dimension has been brought to my attention. But...the best, the very best part of this poem is the fact that it has taken my imagination on a journey way beyond the poem!
Well done and very clever. I doff my hat to you.
There is nothing to add that other reviews haven't covered... check out their points. I think each poet approaches this issue from a slightly different perspective, but walls, mirrors, or whatever keeping their secrets is good fodder for poetry. Initially, i didn't like some of the repetition (I've seen I've heard how hard how hard and so on), but with a bit of effort I could imagine these things as echoes bouncing between walls, and my reading started to emphasize them as such. So, good effort. Write on!