I left, came back, and found

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This was very interesting. I liked it. I thought it was sad and ironic, but I feel like it would make a good plot for a movie or something. No errors that I could find. Overall, nicely done :)




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I'll have to agree with sparksflying when they said that it would be a good plot for a movie. You have a man who goes astray, in search for something he thought he truly needed. He goes to different places where what he's looking for isn't found. He then reaches something that he thought was it, but was blinded by his emotions. After paying for his consequences and mistakes, he realizes that what he was looking for was where he originally was all along. He was just too blind to see it. So yes, I think it would be an interesting movie if it became one.

Over all, I think that it was a pretty well poem. The changing of the rhyme scheme threw me off a bit. The imagery you used was pretty well though. So good job.
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Hi Mat! Here to review...

Oh. No punctuation....

I must fix...

I left my path and way,
to seek a new place that is fair.
I went into the place unknown
the city where love is set,
But I didn’t find any there.

Met a few woman,
They were all the same.
If I only I had found one
Who I could give my name.

I was all alone on a desert highway,
My search for a girl’s arms had failed.
But I saw yet another standing
on the roadside.
With her thumb stuck out beckoning.

She hopped in my car,
Telling me to take her to hope city.
We drove and fell in love,
Only after a few months
Did she wind me up in jail.

Love she was holding in her hand,
and I chose to take the blame.
I was inside and she was gone,
the cuffs seeking her wrists.

The bars slid by,
And I was out on the road again.
The desert heat killing me,
But I was free.
And free indeed from that woman
Who wound me up in no good.

I found my old path.
To seek the place I had left.
I found the place I knew,
the place where love was set.
And I found God’s arms and my rest.


Okay. There we go.
It's a nice poem, and a very original idea.
~Drama
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