It lacks a name right now, but here it is.
The emerald grass
Hangs on the ceiling
I sit with crossed legs
My feet losing feeling
Head tilted back
And thoughts focused up
Change took me by force
So strange and abrupt
I see the same things
I remain the same age
But my clothing is different
And my boots have changed
Crepe paper flowers
Float in the air
Suspended and dizzy
They don't belong there
Unseen and unheard
I slip out the door
To search for the place
I resided before.
Opinions on my poem?
It's very good! Some issues:
There's a few meter problems. You probably know where they are, and it's up to you to resolve them, but here's an example:
Change took me by force
You probably want to emphasize the word "change" here; it's essential, and "took," where the emphasis currently occurs, is not as important.
Also, work on your tense. Make it all present.
LEEEETLE things, though. I like it.
Reply:Brutally honest, eh? Nice poem. Good meter, good sense of rhyme, interesting images, great furtherance of imagination. Hope that was brutal enough.
Reply:GOOD
- an essence of days gone by
- time passes but inside we remain the same
- till the "rubber band" snaps
- and we return from whence we came
Reply:I think its very good actually:-)
Reply:The only line I stumbled on was the "boots." Overall, this is good. A vaporous image of a strange place. Well done. TD
Reply:that is great!!!!
Reply:That's REALLY good! Ru a poet??
Ur awesome!!!! Did u just make it up? ur good!!!!
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