he fell down
she offered a hand
he hit the ground
she helped him stand
she asked if he was ok
all he did was shrug
she knew he wasnt all right
wha he really wanted
was a simple, warm hug
no matter what she did for him
it never helped him for long
she would tell him jokes to make him smile
and even sing him songs
he didnt want to say
what would really make him smile
so he pretended he was fine
the fact that she tried
made the friendship worthwhile
days went by
when he wanted to die
but the thought of leaving her
made him cry
for no reason at all
she picked up the phone
and called him
when she started talking
he began to bawl
she questioned his crying
but he wouldnt tell
he made up some bull story
and felt really bad for lying
she told him things would be ok
inside he knew they wouldnt
he hung up the phone
and cryed for the rest of the day
he couldnt bare to face her
so he avoided her at all costs
he knew had to
even though without her
he was lost
he wished she would find him
and run up with a hug
but he knew that wouldnt happen
he could just imagine how amazing they were,
so cozy and snug
he ached for her attention
in his body and his soul
and yet his unrequited love story
has left in his heart, a hole
and now he does nothing but day dream
about a life thats not his own
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This sounds like most of my poetry when I first write it; I like the general idea of it. I'm gonna do like Matt did and just go through the whole poem.
Good luck and Happy Writing!
~Bells~
I liked the rhythm in the first stanza, but I was disappointed when it didn't continue. See how in the first stanza, the syllables of each line are 3, 5, 4, 4. They're nice and short and easy to say lilting-like, I think because it jumps from short to long to end up at medium. But then the next stanza's syllables are 7, 5, 7, 6, 6, and the pattern doesn't hold up. The rhyme scheme doesn't really continue either. Try reading this aloud to yourself, seeing where you can't read it as well as other places. Read just the first and second stanza aloud: see how easily the first stanza can be said? And how easy it becomes to trip in the second?
[side note: if you preface something by saying that it "sucks", not only does that show you don't care about what you've written, but it already puts me off to the poem before I've even started reading it.]
feel free to PM me if you have any questions!
-Amelia
I liked it, but I don't think it should be a poem.
This was like a story in a verse, really. It had no poetic qualities beyond rhyming, and I'm not sure the rhyming really helped it out. It was depressing, but not poetically well written.
Heh and just a note: you said this sucks? Don't give us what you thinks sucks--give us what is your best, you know? Give us something you are proud of, because we put our good time into this and you should put your good time in what you are giving us, too. Makes sense? ^_~
Yeah, it was a good poem. Maybe the title could be "Faded Love" or something like that... I don't know. A good effort.
This has a lot of potential. Let's go through it.
Try keeping the same rhyming pattern throughout, or even alternating in every other stanza, as you have done in some places. Good job, keep writing.