Poem #1

The walls are hollow

There's too much to swallow

With no one to follow

We are left to wallow

 

Each day we make our way

Till there's no place to stay

A price to pay

With nothing to say

 

Forgot what was known

No skills to hone

We still look for what’s not been shown

It's time to reap what we have sewn...

Reviews

[w]

Usually, a piece like this would get under my nails a little too deep. But this poem sort of sat at the top, allowing me to enjoy it for what it is, not what I had wanted it to be. Each stanza is almost a separate thought, a separate need. Sadness, grief, hopelessness; all so similar. And yet they feel divided among each line. You're style is almost odd, in a way that I can't describe. But it works.
This connects, though it shouldn't. Odd... but really beautiful.
Best wishes,
Edie

[Nick Reynolds]

I really enjoy this poem, it says so much yet requires so few words to say so. It's to the point and yet very emotional. Thanks for sharing!

Write on!

[Unwelcomeguest]

I like this poem but for the life of me I can't think why. Well that's subtlety for you then isn't it. I admire your choice to rhyme every line of the poem and it works wonderfully. I know for certain that I couldn't do that because I have a computer full of failed attempts. Well done.