well I felt pity for the one who suffered this sorrowful repitition of life. to be honest, with me repitition is a slow dying, you have to alter the days in any way possible, because if you live just like the one in this poem, I surmise you are an animated dead. Though I can sense a story behind this poem, but you wrote something very true and wonderful, wonderful in content, though I like a different life for the speaker. well done. and best luck
A universe of meaning in this piece. We are so small and yet part of something immense. No one person belongs to another; yet we are all one. Well done.
I am not surprised by this poem; I have already know tragedies better then this. Write something which is unique , I already have worst memories then this one .... ...... He was never yours , he belongs to the universe ............. Gone too soon .............Very common thing in life.
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11 Years Ago
"I have already know better tragedies than this." if by better, you mean harder or more vile, it d.. read more "I have already know better tragedies than this." if by better, you mean harder or more vile, it does not show. Clearly your "tragedies" have not taught you empathy, sympathy, nor anything akin to it.
You do not know my story, yet you assume you have been through worse. This poem is one tiny bit of a puzzle. Stop drawing false assumption.
Your review comes off as arrogant and mean-spirited. You may respond if you'd like, but I dare say I've heard enough.
Now this is what I really love and you did taught me a lesson which has lead me speechless here. I a.. read moreNow this is what I really love and you did taught me a lesson which has lead me speechless here. I am not without emotions and it is truth that sometimes I do take pleasure from pain ; when it beats the hell out of me. I wrote one emotional poem 2 months back , I was told the same thing which I told you. My tragedies has taught me to love people all the way and even if they are animals.......We live such a age where in the devil wins the most souls. I have seen how people with power always escape and those who are innocent gets trapped and stranded.
well I felt pity for the one who suffered this sorrowful repitition of life. to be honest, with me repitition is a slow dying, you have to alter the days in any way possible, because if you live just like the one in this poem, I surmise you are an animated dead. Though I can sense a story behind this poem, but you wrote something very true and wonderful, wonderful in content, though I like a different life for the speaker. well done. and best luck