Blood is washed away by rain,
the paved streets, empty once again.
Rocks lined in rows on fields,
marring the soft green hills,
all for our pride, our never-ending hate.
Skeleton walls, the remnant of what was,
all will be gone,
the lost monuments of us.
They are all that is left,
once our pride's had its fill.
Skeletons clinging to soft green hills,
and rocks in neat lines,
scattered on the fields.















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I've given it a more thorough lookover and picked out the mistakes I've noticed.
1)"Rocks lined in rows" - no apostrophe in rocks, and rows without the e
2)is the 'out' in the 5th line supposed to be 'our'?
3)if you have a full stop at the end of the 1st line of the second verse, then the next line should be with a capital since you did the same in the rest of the poem. Or, replace the full stop with a comma
4)"once our pride's had its fill" << its without the apostrophe, because "it's" means 'it is'
5)last of all, I don't know the word 'clining', is this a typo or am I about to extend my vocabulary? ^^
Hope that helped, in the language part anyway, I'm not really good in the poetic part. ^^
It helped a great deal. When I make a poem i always write a rough first, then I let a few people read it. Then I change it and let a few people read it.... and on it goes. The other poem "Stories" took me months to finish this way, the last changes made here. So you're basically my boar I bounce ideas of, and I'm very thankfull that you'll help me!
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Nayleya
The poem itsself is very melancholic, it makes to think, but it spreads also a bit of peace by the describtion of a wonderful landscape. The first verse makes you expect some more drastic words, it is a great contrats to the calm words of the rest. Maybe one can describe it as follows: The first line is a kind of scream, while the others are a silent mourning.
It's an interesting contrast.
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Try to unlearn everything you've learned,
Try to listen to your heart.
No, we can't understand the universe
By just using our minds...
Epica - Consign To Oblivion
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Try to unlearn everything you've learned,
Try to listen to your heart.
No, we can't understand the universe
By just using our minds...
Epica - Consign To Oblivion
I was feeling very melanchloc at the moment, thinking of all we are doing wrong, and how easy it should be to do them right....... I like your description of it, silent mourning...... it fits
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Nayleya
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