I really like this poem. i like the metaphors you use, and I especially like the structure of it.. you sometimes cut off a sentence mid line and go to the next one, and that is absolutely my favorite, because it keeps people guessing..
"Emerging from the murky water,
Together. Now again,"
that's very rarely done, but you use it to great effect.
"Or will you stay in the dark,
In the stale, dank, death."
In this, I like how you make death something concrete, and take it out of its abstract hiding place.. I would say that maybe it should end in a question, but what do I know? haha. I also like the alliteration between dark, dank, and death.. seriously, this poem was good stuff.
you shouldn't worry about being played the fool or you'll miss out on the great stuff that made you inclined to the person in the first place. will there be surviors this time? we can only hope so... at least you decide to go toward the light near the end of the poem... nice write and have a great one..
This is a powerfull poem I like the flow of it and the dark story in it also. You paint a picture of emotions that is towering. Truly very storng write.
Very powerful writing had a lot of emotion and very eye opening to the pain that was felt. You capture the emotion beautifully. Had me in tears nearly. Just to think that the writer of this felt this way. Thanks so much sharing
nicely done, the whole poem feels broken and dijointed and it's a good effect that links quite well with the content. Constant repetition of 'you' and 'too' shows anger I guess, but be careful of relying on the same rhymes all the time. tripartite diminuendo in the last line? I don't even know if that's a real term. Perhaps not. What I'm trying to say is that the last line is good. :)
keep well,
Jaff
man this explains word for word the situation my love is in (not my girlfriend she is my best friend). very nice read. ill have to show this to her and she will be amazed like i was =)
I like this a lot. I actually just went through a break up so I could relate completely. Weird how things seem like they're meant to be but end up not working.
I enjoy writing poetry, usually just what comes to me. I write for me, it's like just something that I need to get out. Whatever hits me at the moment I start jotting down, on sticky notes, napkins.... more..