Lonely Violin

Lonely Violin

Alone in lost, a silent string
Bound in firm, in place of wings
Holds a loft, this gentle soul
As he plays in long, what his heart doth now

Press in firm and draw a note
One of sorrow, filled with woe
See it rise, hear it grow
Sift and seep, through this anguished soul

Feel it firm, to comfort thee
Wane and drift, low and free
Scend and draw, errantly
To play a love that could never be

Alone no more, he plays again
This wearied song, which hast no end
Alas, alas, this plightful blend
As draws the silent string again

aww... this was sad. i like the tone you wrote this with. it brought out the emotions of the poem.

i liked the poem overall. sometimes, the rhythm seemed a little off, like the last line of the first stanza, taking away from the poem a bit. but otherwise, i really liked it. keep writing!

I loved it! The emotions were well communicated, the sadness. The rhythm I also liked, flowing, yet with a pattern to it. Very nice!

Keep it up!

Goldie

I love this poem, I definatly think it connects with the reader well.
The idea you've based this poem around is brilliant =] and the last line is my favourite

xxx

I love how the behavior of the violin is related to the feelings of the player. Amazing rhyming; I don't think I could make a rhyming poem as long as that. One thing I don't understand is 'to play a love that could never be.' What does this mean?

Thats a really good poem. I really connected with it so well, really drawn in.

Excellent job. Definately one of my favourites so far.