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Heaven Blown

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English homework. I'm actually doing it, which is a nice change.

I’m sitting on this patch of grass,
A lonely gravestone at my feet.
Your life-prolonging hourglass
Has dropped its grains,
Declared defeat.

I’ve sobbed for days, for weeks, and yet
I still cannot look back and smile.
I’ve tried, but still I cannot let
you go. I stop
and cry awhile.

The thoughts inside my head are black;
They surge with an unbounded rage.
You’re dead, you’re gone, you can’t come back,
You’ve left me lone
To grieve and age.

I whisper to you in the night,
I tell my fears, admit my lies.
An owl hoots- I jump in fright-
I watch as it
Spreads wings and flies.

Your carcass lies within a box,
But that is all; you are not bones;
You’ve followed ‘long the orthodox
way of passage-
Heaven blown.
I just hit my computer
Because it was being slow
I need my daily Smallville fix
And it will not load the video.




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Wow, I really like this. The flow is great and it kept my attention through the whole thing. If there are any errors they are miniscule and I didn't catch them :) The imagery is really amazing. I know reviews telling how good you did aren't helpful but really I cant find any thing that I dis-like about this poem.

Good job

-Tiffany
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I like this, it gives good detail I think.

The first line didn't flow the best for me, but that may just be me.

I liked the second part of it the best, so overall I like this.
My reality comes to a close as I once again realize that you don't love me, and even if I love you with my everything you will never care.





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This flows very well and you express yourself nicely. I love;
"lonely gravestone" and;
"Your life-prolonging hourglass

Has dropped its grains,

Declared defeat".

I'd change "still I cannot let

you go"

"The thoughts inside my head are black;"

"Spreads wings and flies".

Someone told me a few months ago that poetry about death is so common that you have to try extremely hard to keep it original.

I like the use of the owl, and I think that the attempt to comprehend what the deceased is now is particularly powerful ("Your carcass lies within a box,

But that is all; you are not bones").

My advice is to get a pen and scratch out everything that sounds like something you've heard before, and replace it with something truer to you.

Lovely use of rhythm and rhyme throughout.

Jas
"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise."
-Maya Angelou




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well i found you :-) you'll be able to guess who i am i'm thinking hehe (look at my name isn't it fabulous) and i decided to actually see what some other people who don't know me think because then they won't be scared of offending me.

you already know how much i love your poem but it does make me a little bit sad.
love you




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Nice job with this! You did quite well with the imagery and the flow of the poem. I liked the last stanza the most.

There's only one thing that I can point out:


"I whisper to you in the night,

I tell my fears, admit my lies.

An owl hoots- I jump in fright-

I watch as it

Spreads wings and flies."


Shouldn't it be 'spreads its wings and flies?'


Overall, good work! Keep it up! ^^
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