I really enjoyed this poem because of the ironic ending. Kinda reminds me of a teacher and his/her students. Seeing as how most teachers give their hearts to their students hoping they listen but in they end their just sleeping at their desks or saying rude comments. Well that was what the poem reminded me of. Besides that this really was an entertaining piece. Keep writing.
It is not rejection that hurts the worst or having someone disagree with something you've said. It is like T.S. Eliot mentioned when he has the lady in his poem reply, "That is not what I meant at all. That is not it at all." So it is not for the lack of a listening ear that we ache and suffer, but for the want of an understanding heart. It is to pour out your heart and your innermost feelings only to have those around you look at you quite strangely and not understand why you would ever say such things; let alone why you almost cried as you were saying them. But it is a wonderful thing when you have someone who perceives your thoughts so well that you don't have to glance in their direction when you are about to laugh to know that they are smiling already or before you can bite your lip to hold back the tears; you can already feel their arms around you. Then, you need never walk alone again. Sadness and sweetness mixed here. A very thought provoking write.
O.O, I liked this, only thing I would've suggested is that this become a song, I don't know to me I felt it would've been better, the stanza are perfect and there is nothing really wrong with it, it just needs a better structure to fit in, but like wise it's still good, likewise ArcaneLegion.
The shorter length of the first three lines of each stanza really give this poem impact. As if they are punching from the page (unlike my previous sentence which confuses even me). I enjoyed reading this. NH
Powerful poem. I love the way you contructed the stanzas...short, curt, powerful "eachof you"
an then your expository stanza that stood out from the rest as a denoument....finally the powerful TKO punch at the end! Brilliant!~B
some people are lonely by birth... their words too are lonesome birds flying amid the sky of daily clatters.
your poem is talking of me (or is it you?)