This night

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If the silence of this night was transformed into the sweetness of your voice,
my heart would jump of emotion. If the brightness of the stars
that watch the night, be transformed into the tenderness of your eyes, mine would be filled with joy. If tonight you feel what I feel for you, you can not imagine how happy you could make me. But tonight I'm unhappy because you do not feel what I want you to feel. Tonight I'm unhappy because the silence does not become the sweetness of your voice, but the bitterness of your contempt. Tonight I'm unhappy because the stars do not reflect that tenderness in your eyes that I would like to see. Tonight I say to you , I'm afraid to go to sleep, I don't want to see the daylight tomorrow, because I can not stand another day of your contempt.
Last edited by cristina0501 on Fri Feb 05, 2010 10:35 pm, edited 2 times in total.




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First of all, welcome to YWS!

Now for the review:

If tonight you feel what I feel for you, you can not imagine how happy that would make me.
The last part of this sentence stumbles just a bit, perhaps if you were to say "you can not imagine how happy you could make me" -or something :) the 'that' just takes away from the flow of the poem.

Also, I'd like to suggest you line up your poem so that it has fewer words on each line, just for the purpose of making it easier to read :D

All in all this is a great poem, and the fact that it ends on a low note really makes it stick in your memory- great job, and keep on writing!

~Mel
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It looks like the formatting of your poem got messed up. ^^; If you can, try to fix it.

my heart would jump with emotion.

that watch the night, be

you cannot imagine how happy that would make me.

because I cannot stand another day of your contempt.

You've already used the word contempt. Since this is such a short poem, reusing a word comes across as too repetitive.

Overall, not a bad poem. I like how the tone changed from beginning to end and how simple this poem is. You need to be a little more careful with your spelling and grammar. I've pointed out a couple of spots and made suggestions. The formatting really does need to be fixed, though, since right now, it's a bit hard to read.
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