It is often said still waters run deep,
so it is with our inner self.
Our secret thoughts,
deep rivers hidden in our minds.
Complex seas magical whimsical,
far into our soul, rushing down,
the path of thought.
Deep in the heart of those tranquil waters,
fierce currents threaten all peace.
Deep rivers of thought and soul,
abyssal streams of inner spirit,
Eternal rivers of God,
dashing down the waterfall of endless time,
guide us well.
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Hey Katnes,
Shady back with another review for you! Let's get started...
Honestly I think this is my favorite poem of the three that I've read. It is very well done and I really enjoyed it.
I really like this. Start the first line with a well known saying, and then compare it to the topic of the poem. It's an excellent comparison.
This was another part that I thought was particularly well-written.
This poem is pretty deep and interesting. I'd never thought as thoughts as being like deep waters, but it works. I like your imagery and the emotion you are subsequently able to convey through it. Excellent job!
Keep writing!
~Shady
Hey, Onii-Chan here!
Great poem. I love how complex it is. It really makes you think
It’s great how you describe the complexity of ourselves. Just one thing: I think you used the word “river” too many times. Just an opinion!
Keep on writing!
I have finally found another non-rhyming poet! Take THAT universe!
I loved the idea of the repetitive 'river' throughout the poem; it really brings it to life. My only guess of the meaning of this poem would be the constantly flowing, complicated minds of the human race are what guide us to great things.
I don' have any real critique for this poem, only awe and one word; amazing.