There's a hellcat on the prowl tonight She's pissed off and lookin' to fight Hell bent with fury on the rise Hearing the scream, her only prize
A fiery anger dwelling deep within Consuming the mind, the spreading begins Fourteen day till the fur flies Then out will come all the lies
Fueling fire flowing within pumping veins Scorching flames combust reaching the brain Betrayal feeding the rampage Soon he shall feel the hellcat's rage
As the second hand ticks sluggishly slow Mounting frustration and fury does grow Razor sharp claws are protruding Soon there will be no deluding
She should have left the hellcat alone Now the claws are gonna cut to the bone Lines are drawn, battle's begun Now there's a war to be won.
I hate to be the guy she is at war with. In any relationship lies can cause this kind of fury. They say the truth will set you free and lies you bury you dead. Poetry is art but also it is technical maybe that is why I prefer story telling over poetry. In this one I can see the anger but I can't feel it, it is being held back maybe? I think you did great with the rhyming part and keeping it in a poetic format. After experiencing the anger of woman, I can imagine how if expressed in this poem it would be explosive.
I enjoyed this poem and noticed the words all painted in red, still I wouldn't want to be that guy when the claws come out.
I hate to be the guy she is at war with. In any relationship lies can cause this kind of fury. They say the truth will set you free and lies you bury you dead. Poetry is art but also it is technical maybe that is why I prefer story telling over poetry. In this one I can see the anger but I can't feel it, it is being held back maybe? I think you did great with the rhyming part and keeping it in a poetic format. After experiencing the anger of woman, I can imagine how if expressed in this poem it would be explosive.
I enjoyed this poem and noticed the words all painted in red, still I wouldn't want to be that guy when the claws come out.
Wow that was ferrrrocious! Loved it. It actually reminded me of someone I know that's always looking for a fight! Let the fur fly! She would agree. Fiery work!
I loved the idea of this. But, I felt that the flow was slippy, and at times you made up lines so that it would merely rhyme. also, the use of the word "soon" seemed to make it less frightening... soon slowed down the adrenaline rush this poem was supposed to deliver.
This is my favorite..
"Fueling fire flowing within pumping veins
Scorching flames combust reaching the brain
Betrayal feeding the rampage
Soon he shall feel the hellcat's rage"
But, with a few revisions I think it might sound nicer. Anyhow, this is just my opinion.
Fueling fire within pumping veins
Flames that scorch, a hellcat's pain
Betrayal burns, feeds rampage
Now he shall feel the hellcat's rage..
or something like that.. there are too many continuous verbs.. ''dwelling'' ''consuming'' pumping, reaching, feeding, etc, etc..
My point IS, that this is a poem about RAGE, try to make it more .. choppy, building up ... the ''ings'' make it very slow.. and that contradicts the very idea of it..
So realistic I had to duck and weave
as I read to keep from being consumed by
this furry Hellcat with a fury.
Great poem, wild fight .
----- Eagle Cruagh
First off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind.
Secondly be kind to each .. more..