1. Will it end? 2. Why does have to end like this? 3. We only existed as a memory 4. A figment of my imagtion 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20.
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I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
Hi QueenMadrose! You're off to a great start with your poem "Will it end?" - the use of rhetorical questions is very effective, and I like how short and bite-sized the poem is. As someone who has a hard time keeping things short, I find that really impressive! I think my favourite lines are from the opening, "The shadow fades / a child". It's a very haunting image to open the poem on. Keep up the great poeting - I look forward to seeing what other poems you write this NaPo!
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
Is this even real? each passing day when your pictures start to wash away by life's constant toll Does it have to end like this? You say not to call or text. You say I am nothing. You say it's just a part of my imagination. does it have to end like this? Life torments my body, I am but a broken heart Why did you have to leave? Each passing day My memories start to slip away. Does it have to end like this?
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
The curtain closes I'm tortured, silent for when the time comes, we shall depart our time has come; say goodbye but we say good night because we both know as we plunged down
We existed only as a memory
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
Definitely some dark themes in these, love a good brooding poem! <3 I think the speaker's emotions and longing and questioning really come across strongly in poem 2 and then in poem 3 I like how you ended it in those final two lines
because we both know as we plunged down
We existed only as a memory
that's definitely a tragic thought! <3 Best of luck for the rest of the month!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we. the salvation for which you lust flares once, then dies, swallowed by your obsession all hope must sicken and die. your love is no more. how could you cause such hurt? lost souls surround us, crying, we have lost our way.
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
I really like the concept of being described as a "figment" of your own heart - there's something really tragic and interesting about that. All these poems definitely feel connected and give me as a reader a clear sense of your poetic voice too which can be hard to do over the course of several poems! Still time to write more in the month if you're up to it - but thank you for sharing these ones. Happy NaPo <3
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
what have you done to me? A smothering indistinctness of sickness as memories vanish. Once we enjoyed euphoria, childlike and innocent, but your love drifted away. a clouded vision of its lies — thoughts follow darkness, follow death, love burnt to ashes. in a torrent of tears, yet I still love you.
I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. — Henry David Thoreau, "Walden"
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