Tasselle-Mont Briseaux
21-07-2008, 19:54
WEll I"m bored and have been feeling a lag in my creative skills lately (not that there is much there to begin with)...and was wondering If I could receive a honest opinion on some of my poetry...I am not in possession of an overinflated ego, so if you hate it then tell me, criticism will only make my amature little attempts better....cheers hope you enjoy....:)
Here are a few I selected for review (my best one is not here, because i do not have it on computer)
1.
Hours.
This counting of the day.
One by one the seconds fall.
Minute, hours, start their crawl.
Building up our hopes, and encompassing our dreams.
Until we walk…
Across the face of our ever present moon.
God thinks well of us…
To trace our days.
2.
The Drastic-Majestic
I hold your hand,and yours in mine,
you know we do this everytime,
that in the pain,or love,of war,
we can not hide behind the door,
I take a chance,to let you see,
a deeper,darker,side of me,
that is not always on display,
Please look at me,and don''t dismay,
cause in your eyes,I see a light,
through cracks,through scars,
so let me see,a part of you that fights to be,alone,away,from all the sound,
the never ending spinning round,
that sad old song,that does delay,
the wish,the thought, the dream,
that there is something wrong?
and,of course there is, your still alive,they said,
then take the gun,and end it still,
and make a use of all the pills,
to hold the knife,with no delay,
make it quick,there''s time to waste...
3.
(no exact time nor place)
(i) .felt as if the world was my own.
.that all i had to do was reach and i would have what i want.
(but) things. ("they" say) are not always as they seem.
.and what may appear to be obvious. may be the most hidden.
(and i realized) that unlike i was told.
(i) would not be a movie star.
(i) would not be a millionaire.
(i) would not achieve greatness.
(i) would be me.
and. you know what.(I)am okay with that.(really)
4. (work in progress)
the childhood games.
they call us.
beckon forth.
those days, so long ago.
the winterbourne.
our sea of nero.
played host.
to games of ours.
at our pleasure.
at our whim.
we soar.
above.
the tree of life.
the lowest branch.
the highest rung.
our hands like birds.
the sky.
was ours to hold.
with Daedalus above.
And Icarus Below.
the middle ground was ours.
to have.
to hold.
Here are a few I selected for review (my best one is not here, because i do not have it on computer)
1.
Hours.
This counting of the day.
One by one the seconds fall.
Minute, hours, start their crawl.
Building up our hopes, and encompassing our dreams.
Until we walk…
Across the face of our ever present moon.
God thinks well of us…
To trace our days.
2.
The Drastic-Majestic
I hold your hand,and yours in mine,
you know we do this everytime,
that in the pain,or love,of war,
we can not hide behind the door,
I take a chance,to let you see,
a deeper,darker,side of me,
that is not always on display,
Please look at me,and don''t dismay,
cause in your eyes,I see a light,
through cracks,through scars,
so let me see,a part of you that fights to be,alone,away,from all the sound,
the never ending spinning round,
that sad old song,that does delay,
the wish,the thought, the dream,
that there is something wrong?
and,of course there is, your still alive,they said,
then take the gun,and end it still,
and make a use of all the pills,
to hold the knife,with no delay,
make it quick,there''s time to waste...
3.
(no exact time nor place)
(i) .felt as if the world was my own.
.that all i had to do was reach and i would have what i want.
(but) things. ("they" say) are not always as they seem.
.and what may appear to be obvious. may be the most hidden.
(and i realized) that unlike i was told.
(i) would not be a movie star.
(i) would not be a millionaire.
(i) would not achieve greatness.
(i) would be me.
and. you know what.(I)am okay with that.(really)
4. (work in progress)
the childhood games.
they call us.
beckon forth.
those days, so long ago.
the winterbourne.
our sea of nero.
played host.
to games of ours.
at our pleasure.
at our whim.
we soar.
above.
the tree of life.
the lowest branch.
the highest rung.
our hands like birds.
the sky.
was ours to hold.
with Daedalus above.
And Icarus Below.
the middle ground was ours.
to have.
to hold.