The Heart is the passage

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Not sure about the last verse or the title? Please review and critism is welcome :)

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Poppies grow among the mossy stones, about and around them;
Some rest their heads on these stones as on a pillow for weariness;
And the rest toss and reel and dance,
Like the stars in the midnight sky.

We were written in the stars, my love,
All that separated us, was time,
The time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts,
To find our way back to one another.

Your eyes are the stars in my sky,
Your lips are the waves of Poppies among the stones,
But your heart is the passage of both our emotions,
Dreams and journeys.
Last edited by wolfgirl13 on Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.




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Poppies grow among the mossy stones, about and around them;
Some rest their heads on these stones as on a pillow for weariness;
And the rest toss and reel and dance,
Like the stars in the midnight sky.

We were written in the stars, my love,
All that seperated separated us, was time,
The time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts,
To find our way back to one another.

Your eyes are the stars in my sky,
Your lips are the waves of Poppies, maybe add "among the stones or something like that to show us what you mean
But your heart is the passage of both our emotions,
Dreams and journeys.I love the way you end this! Great work!
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Excellent. I think it would be perfect if you took out the first stanza, I don't see the connection with the rest of the poem. The rest of it, however, is perfect. I love how your poem is very brief but detailed enough to be deep. Keep up the good work!
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I love it! Deep but brief. Sweet too. Good job! :D
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wow you are amazing why do you always beat me in english lessons!!!!!!




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Poppies grow among the mossy stones, about and around them;
Some rest their heads on these stones as on a pillow for weariness; You use "stones" twice, so I'd change one or the other.
And the rest toss and reel and dance,
Like the stars in the midnight sky.

We were written in the stars, my love,
All that separated us, was time, <Misspelling
The time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts,
To find our way back to one another.

Your eyes are the stars in my sky,
Your lips are the waves of Poppies among the stones,
But your heart is the passage of both our emotions,
Dreams and journeys.


Well this was sweet and simple, which worked well. I didn't completely connect with it, but it was pretty good.
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Heyyyy.
I love this, good use of metaphors, Hendo would be proud! lol :D Thorpie is sat next to me taking the mick out of everything i write, what a meanie. Yeah, amazing poem, keep up the good work. it's very expressive.
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This made me go, "AHHHHHH, cute."
I like it.
All I can say is you use stones twice close together and stars twice, but the stars one I think is acceptable because it's drawing the poem to a close.
I just read it again to make sure I didn't miss anything, and..."AHHHHHHHH, so CUTE!"
Keep writing!
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