Proposal

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I have waited for this day,
I've waited forever it seems.
I gulp down my fear,
Get out of the car.
Walking up to the house I feel ill,
Clammy hands, butterflies, can't breathe.
I reach up and knock on the door,
Seems like days before it opens.
I say my hello's and come in.
I know they are wondering why,
Why I'm here and why I'm nervous.
"Well what is it?", one asks,
Both looking so intently as I speak;
"I...I've come here to ask you..."
I manage to stumble out.
Still looking at me, I try to finish,
"To ask if I may have,"
Almost unable to end.
"If I may have your daughter's hand?"
Looking at both of them with hope,
I see their eyes widen;
And their mouths get full with smiles of joy.
"Welcome to the family, son"
One encouragingly says
"Thank you!"
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This is good, but I think I have a few tips to make it better. The syllabic balance is good, and the voice of the narrator seems genuine, although I think that this belongs in the category of dramatic poetry. Using figurative language is always good in poetry, like when you said you had butterflies, and I really think you could spice it up with a little bit more of it. Maybe compare your fear and nervousness to the feeling somebody has before the first day at a new job, that kind of thing, metaphors and similes. Anyway, keep it up, and I hope my review helps.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known..." A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.




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I like this. It's really sweet and it made me think how bad it must be for the guy proposing. From the title, I thought that the person would be proposing to the daughter, but I guess I was wrong. It would be nice maybe if you expanded the poem a bit, putting in the verse about asking the daughter? But then that might be a little bit repetitive... so I guess it is best not to.

I do not have any complaints on this poem, and I have to say my favourite line was the last one when the parents say 'welcome to the family son.'

Good job!

Deanie x
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien