The Others

I can see
their shadows
and hear
their murmurs.

They whisper
their secrets
softly,
in my ear.

They complain
that I am
the only one
to listen to them.

They wander
the earth,
moaning
for eternity

If only
I could
help them.
If only.

Hm, I wasn't sure about the short lines but it seems to flow quite well. There are some lines such as the ones at the end that seem a little choppy but otherwise, it works. Well done, it gives a sort of eerie feeling and it makes you think. That's a very good thing in a poem, to make your reader think and wonder. I quite like this, keep up the good work! You're writing is quite beautiful.

Good job.

-Greena

That is what I would like to call a mini candy bar poem with a touch of darkness. It may look short and choppy on the surface but, I am compelled to believe that there is a much greater significance to it. Your ability to create mystery is basic, though quite effective, for I'm sure that everybody who read it wondered who "they" were. However, to guarantee that whoever reads it will ponder on it throughout their day, you must set the poem's genesis up in a more gripping fashion (and everything else for that matter)

But it was a good poem though, infinite in potential and all.

Good work, keep it up!

//Abyss.