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That silly nickname falling off his perfect lips;
sultry whispers that only I can hear.
Crystalline eyes pierce my soul;
little twinkles shining just for me.
What a cute couple we would make,(put in quotes) they say, how in love we seem.
Our goofy (maybe a different word)giggles sound to them like love-sick laughter.
But we know the truth.
We won’t ever hold hands in the hallway,
never revel in chaste caresses.
Because he can’t hear my heart pounding
when he’s so close I can feel his warmth.(confusing wording)
And he doesn’t remember how speechless we get
when we look into each other’s eyes.(if he's only a friend, why does he get speechless?)
Besides, he only sees me as a friend.
Doesn’t he? (Good ending)
pinkangel54123 wrote:What a cute couple we would make, they say, how in love we seem.
Our innocent giggles sound to them like love-sick laughter.
pinkangel54123 wrote:when he’s so close I can feel his warmth.
pinkangel54123 wrote:This poem is quite personal, and I wrote it when my emotions were running high. Tell me what you think.
Well, this may be your problem. Writing meant for publication and writing meant for a catharsis should be kept separate. When you're writing about "your emotions" you're not clearly focusing on what's good and what isn't, you keep telling yourself that the reader will care about your problems. When I read poetry, the last thing I want to hear is about the author's evil boyfriend/heartbreak unless it's done in a talented/unique manner. Take for instance Sylvia Plath's poem Edge, which talks about her sorrow over being barren. The whole thing is an extended metaphor linking flora and fauna to greek tragedies. This is just, obvious.
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That silly nickname falling off his perfect lips;
sultry whispers that only I can hear.
Crystalline eyes pierce my soul;
little twinkles shining just for me.
So, you do here what most beginner poets do. Start off with one idea, and then jump to the next without fully realizing your first concept. Silly nickname, like what? What does it feel like? Sound like? Is it heavy as an anchor, rusty as a fishing hook, colorful as a sea-bass? You're telling me, not showing me.
Crystalline, especially, is a weak attempt at visual imagery. Just so you know, hun, no one has "crystalline" eyes. The word in of itself refers to a tightly interlocking matter which grows symmetrically according to outside catalysts. So, it's not a word that means "shiny."
What a cute couple we would make, they say, how in love we seem.
Our innocent giggles sound to them like love-sick laughter.
Not a big fan of this. Again, you're relying on telling me.
But we know the truth.
We won’t ever hold hands in the hallway,
never revel in chaste caresses.
Ugh, and here you wrench a stake into the heart of this ad-hoc vampire mess. You've limited this poem and it's audience through the pronoun "we." Unless you're talking to the audience as a singular unit tied to you by some form of mutual ties, do not ever use this word. God, it's like telling someone that you have a secret, inviting them to partake in it, and then slamming the door in their face. Only, more boring and dull.
Because he can’t hear my heart pounding
when he’s so close I can feel his warmth.
And he doesn’t remember how speechless we get
when we look into each other’s eyes.
Again, telling not showing.
Besides, he only sees me as a friend.
Doesn’t he?
Ick. Rhetorical wonderings should be banned from poetry.
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