Memory

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Her words burn like fire,
the hatred she has ommited
sticks as glue
to my memory bank of
hurting words

I delve into the creaking
shelves of haunting dialogues
and review each
spiteful remark
find the latest insult
Last edited by Swottielottie on Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:28 pm, edited 1 time in total.




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Hmmm...

I think this poem might be better as a narrative poem. That is, you're describing a story instead of feelings. :) At the moment, it's still a little abstract, so you have these bitter feelings, but they have nothing to hook onto. I would love to see the antagonist come into the poem more.

For instance, what if the narrator (forgive me if the narrator is you... I can never be too sure about these things!) belittles this woman? What does she look like? What does she act like? By giving us a better picture of who the antagonist of the poem is, you'll help give us a picture of who the narrator is and help us identify with her more.

Hope that helps! :D
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I think the third and fourth stanzas should be revised, or rewritten, they seem a bit immature and annoying,but overall I like the narration, and I very much enjoyed reading the first two stanzas;they sort of sucked me in I guess. =)happy reading(=
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You seem to write poety the way I do in some sense. At least this piece. you speak from the way you feel. though you make a lot better poem than me.
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nice poem try to work harder on it
It's priest have a little priest



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