The wind of sorrow

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The wind of sorrow
By Daenesh Kumar

The wind of sorrow,
Brushes through my hair,
Like a soft gentle breeze,
Calling my name as it goes,
Calling me home,
To the place where I belong

The wind of sorrow,
Slowly sweeps all hapiness from within,
Till you feel so much pain inside,
Till you can't breathe,
The sand blows on your face,
Giving you what you don't expect

The wind of sorrow,
All you've ever wanted will be gone,
Gone by the time you awaken,
Awaken from the slumber of your dreams,
Dreams of a place with a happy life,
A place where dreams are fulfilled

The wind of sorrow,
The hopes that everytime you smile,
I'll be there to torment you,
To give you strength trough the rough times,
To give you what's left of me,
In hopes one day u'll smile again when you see me....




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Like your other poem, you repeated the title, and the first line, in each of the stanza's beginnings. You'll have to kill yourself of that habit because it does nothing at all for the poem.

This poem was real self centered, and navel gazing so I felt nothing.

This article might also help you: Emotional Poetry.

After reading several of your poems, I also suggest you read poetry. That is something that can help every poet. If you read them on the forum, also take time to look at the critiques: what was good, what was bad, what did people like in the poem, and how can you emulate those things?

If you have any questions over anything I've said (over all your poems) feel free to PM me.
“It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo




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I think you definitely over used the title. I think it was pretty good. good job! :D
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After scanning through the poem, since it didnt' really catch my eye you know, was rather dull to tell you the truth, one part jumped out at me.

In hopes one day u'll smile again when you see me....


Can you see why? Here, I'll highlight it u'll. Change it to 'you'll' and it will be a bit better.

Tata mwa!

SS
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I felt that some of the language in this was nice but it was spoil by words such as 'till.' Why not just use 'until?' It sounds much better and if anything adds to the rhythm of this poem.

Other than that I agree that you've used 'The wind of sorrow' too often but it's a pleasant poem.

Heather xx
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this is good......but u'll and till arent words its you'll and 'till or untill




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Actually, wewinwelose, it's either 'til or until. Try checking your facts before you advise someone else, hm?

Daenesh: This poem is, as Claudette says, a prime example of navel-gazing. As such, it leaves little impression on anyone who isn't--well--you. Or intimately acquainted with your circumstances, as it were. Actually, it may leave an impression on more experienced, serious writers--a bad one. Rethink your strategy here, and try again.
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I actually liked the way you repeated the title every time. Just my personal opinion on that one. So anyway, I absolutely loved the it!




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I love it, it's so nice! I agree with Atariel-san, the repeating title is kinda cool. Loved it!
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When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind