The photo being at the bottom instead of the top, works perfectly!! From the little pic, to poem, to the final picture, there is this cascading effect on the mind to absorb and swell on ideas of the romanticism involved, without the distraction a picture provides.... I use them in all my poems, as well. This is gorgeous!! No promises, no awkward lines, no immature ramble... just really beautiful poetry, written in a way that made this memorable for me. I hate being impressed because it blocks my mind from typing. lol Beautiful, Sarah... xoxo -Mark
A reflective moment... resonate in each word of this verse... the longing... the written admission... the eye of the storm before the whole moment is washed away to oblivion...
i hope one day soon, you'll say, time has abandoned his raincoat; the harbingers of summer are here! I sometimes think poetry can act as the hand that slams the door in sorrow's face. in poetry we can say, let us hear the wiseman and the fool. when the bright sun gleams, sweet lady, you will find peace again :)
I love how the last line just wraps it all up into a single thought that's so vague yet definite. You really capture that sense of a deep metaphorical wound, it embodies the pain that comes with love and love lost and its incredible. What I really like about this piece is that you had the capability to talk about love and the hurt that is tied to it without getting really lame and s****y. It really just screams out "this is my raw feelings" not "i forced this onto 'paper' ". Very good job.
The photo being at the bottom instead of the top, works perfectly!! From the little pic, to poem, to the final picture, there is this cascading effect on the mind to absorb and swell on ideas of the romanticism involved, without the distraction a picture provides.... I use them in all my poems, as well. This is gorgeous!! No promises, no awkward lines, no immature ramble... just really beautiful poetry, written in a way that made this memorable for me. I hate being impressed because it blocks my mind from typing. lol Beautiful, Sarah... xoxo -Mark
I'm not sure that words can capture the... amazingness of this poem(perhaps because the picture is covering up half of the review text box), it captures the essence of forlorn love, of... Wow... Just... wow... It's... GREAT
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thank you so much, i will edit it later and move the photo to the top :)
I'm a Young'un with an old head on my shoulders.
I love in Essex, England.
I loved writing when I was younger but hated learning about it, I'd rather do my own thing with my imagination.
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