For anyone who just read my poem question?
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I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy
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I think this is a great question (opportunity really) to get some of us closet writers to post our own writing...maybe even get some fun feedback, or just enjoy reading some other writer’s work as well. So, thanks for the chance. Well here is one of my earlier poems:\n\n"A Passing, Sulfur-Green Passion"\n\nThose green eyes, once filled with rage-rampant fire,\nFueled a whim obsessed fervor that partook of every desire.\n\nNot once did any glance go unrewarded in a closed-door fashion—\n   A youthful body withered by long nights of unprotected (un-sustained) passion. \n\nFeeling ephemeral stares, \nImagining they seek out what lurks behind badly salt-stained eyes, omens-old\nShe is forever surrounded by sulfur-smoke, \nLost in sustained moment of grey-cold.\n \nAnd those wet orbs cannot receive a spark of compassion\n \n   For anyone’s love.
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I'm guessing that you are in High School.  My advice is NOT to go get someone else's opinion on a poem.  What does the poem make YOU think about?  What do the images mean to YOU?  How do you feel after reading the poem?  That is what your teacher is looking for--- NOT for your on-line web-searching skills.  There is a good book called Understanding Poetry but Cleanth Brooks and Robert Penn Warren that can help you think for yourself, though.
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the poem is very good!!!
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Well Ness I believe that sundae_mornings is right but know what I can help U! Here is an alliteration.\n\nSally and Samuel saw that Susan was sad. Sally and Samuel said oh my, she seems shocked and sobber. I wish you sister could shine her day said Samuel. Their friend Shay shared their simpathy for poor Susan. Sometime soon they would see Susan smile and shake. So Sally and Samuel with the help of Shay squirmed and sat in the side walk while they found a solution for Susan's sadness. They were seriously worried to see Susan begin to spin. Suddenly a boy in second grade who saw Susan so scared stood next to her shadow and as she began to shout; Sally, Samuel, and Shay spied that Susan was shaking and shrinking in size. Susan then screamed when she spot her friends spying on her. Susan ran so fast past the swings until she got out of the street. Sally, Samuel, and Shay were behind Susan until she stopped in a school and said want to know why my stubborness and sadness? Well Saturday and Sunday night, Sandra my snail died, so as soon as the sun falls I sincerely will sorround her with sand.\n\nOk Ness I have finished my alliteration poem. I hope U like it. If U want U can use it unless U want to make up your own.\n\nGood Luck my friend!
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Good use of symbols. I like how line 2 fits with the last two lines, it brings unity to the poem. Towards the end I think I got a little bit of a glimpse of what the poem might be about, but ultimately I feel like the message is hidden from me. It seems the third- and fourth-to-last lines are the culmination of the poem; is it possible to reword some of the earlier lines so as the reader can share what you're feeling when they reach the end?\n\nRegarding parenthesis: as long as you know what they mean then they're fine.
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Wow, very beautiful and powerful.  I particularly love the first 3 lines as well as the lines about sending peace and love, but little hate or envy.  \n\nKeep on writing!  :)
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the poem is really touching..i loved it,,i know u are gonna give it to ur best friend who is upset with u for some resons..am i right??all the best,i know u'll definately get the problem solved and ur best friend will come back to u if she really understands ur feelings.
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the poem or the phrase?  Please explain in more detail.
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A friend emailed this to me the other day. I thought it was very touching and a beautiful tribute. Don't know if this helps but maybe someone will like it with Mothers Day coming up soon.\n\n MOTHER\n>\n> This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece please\n> read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in\n> leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...\n>\n> For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,\n> this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is\n> even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.\n>\n> The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is\n> this the long way?" she asked.   And the guide said:  "Yes, and the way is\nhard.\n> And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But\n> the end  will be better than the beginning."\n>\n> But the young mother was happy, and she would not\n> believe that  anything could be better than these years. So she\n> played with her children, and gathered flowers for\n> them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and\n> the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,\n> "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."\n>\n> Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was\n> dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother\n> drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,\n> "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."\n>\n> And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and\n> the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.\n> But at all times she said to the children," A little  patience and we are\nthere."\n> So the children climbed, and when they reached the top\n> they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."\n>\n> And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up\n> at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my\n> children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave\nthem courage.\n> Today, I've given them strength."\n>\n> And the next day came strange clouds which darkened\n> the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped\n> and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.\n> " And the children looked and saw above the clouds\n> an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the\n> darkness. And that night the Mother said,\n> "This is the best day of all, for\n> I have shown my children God."\n>\n> And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and\n> the years, and\n> the mother grew old and she was little and bent.\n> But her children were tall and strong, and walked with\n> courage.  And when the way was rough, they lifted her,\n> for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,\n> and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And\n> mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end\n> is better than the beginning, for my children can\n> walk alone, and their children after them."\n>\n> And the children said, "You will always walk with us,\n> Mother, even when you have gone\n> through the gates."\n> And they stood  and  watched her as she went on alone, and the gates\n> closed after her.  And they said: "We cannot see her\n> but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory.  She\n> is a living presence......."\n>\n> Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper\n> of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach\n> in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand\n> on your brow when\n> you're not well. Your Mother lives\n> inside your laughter. And she's
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its a beautiful poem\n10/10\nyou have a talent my darling\npursue it!\n\n\nStay Hungry, Stay Foolish
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Post the poem or at least a link to it, and be more specific about what you need help analyzing.
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I don't have the poem with me but I can email it to you if you give me your email address. The first verse is this:\n\nI'll write you a poem,\nA poem with a twist.\nI'll write it with a razor,\nThen carve it on my wrist.
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Welllll...I belong to a poetry workshop online, and if I reviewed your poem, I might say something like this: Your poem is filled with obvious pain and honest emotion, however I feel in some places your creativity is compromised by the rhymes...by which I mean you are stretching to achieve rhyme in places, using things that otherwise might not fit the best, like "hardware in his ears" and watching him like a "bear". The repetition of bloodstain and drip are a bit much. The image of red blood on your white shirt is good-you should play that up a bit maybe. Poetry is hard work-keep writing and good luck! And please don't cut yourself over a guy, or anything else, btw. I hope that part is just poetic license. :)
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no way man, i didnt even read this poem and i know its a bad idea. if you like a girl and nothing is going down yet, a poem will sink your ship my friend. way, way too much. think simpler
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is the poem written by Sylvia Plath? check this out http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6642&poem=32671
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I actually think this is a good poem, did you actually make this up?, if yes good job!