Leap Of Glory

by Rodhead

Published April 25, 2010

In Poetry

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A cupboard in a workhouse,
or so they say.
Five others of "her kind"
stumbled upon her today.

a noose to hold her tight
a leap through the air. . .
Another soul departs
she landed on the golden stair.


At the gates of heaven
an angel had arrived.
Skipped through the pearly sheen
and left all the torment behind.

"Them" that found her wonder
where she went and why?
They too must suffer her agony
because she chose to die!

At school the corridors are silent-
Where yesterday was noise
now flows a stream of tears,
shed from all the girls and boys.

Even those who disliked her,
who added to her pain,
Stand around in circles
writhing from the shame!

The rumours have now grown
spread wings and fly away.
That doesn't mean we shall forget her
the memory's here to stay.

But all is not lost now
death brings us close together.
We see what life is about

from her famous leap of glory. . .

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Rodhead
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Rodhead commented Comment · Apr 27, 2010

Thanks for the reviews :)

This is a poem about a girl in my school who committed suicide, that may be why it's so personal! Thanks for the critiques and I would just like to say the following:
For a start Mr. Knightley "them" is there for a reason, note that in the first verse I use "her kind" and by saying "them" I am disassociating myself with the same group again! :) Is that not obvious :? .

Thanks again folks!

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fries
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fries wrote a review Review · Apr 26, 2010

I really like this poem, it shows what is happening these days mostly to teenage girls, like Phoebe Prince, etc. It gives them a better story than what we hear on the news and magazines. It brings a good sense of mind, it brings dignity back to them... and like your title says brings a leap of glory to them.
Loved your poem!
-fRiEs

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Mr.Knightley
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Mr.Knightley wrote a review Review · Apr 25, 2010

Hi! I'm here to review.

I have to say, this is a great poem. I loved it. The message is completely honest and heartfelt, and I think it's a great example to set for others. Good job! :D

My only nitpick:

At school the corridirs are silent-
Where yesterday was noise
now flows a stream of tears,
shed from all the girls and boys.


"Corridirs" should be "corridors." Also, the rhyme of this stanza was a tad unnatural, and all it did for me was make me think of Dr. Seuss. ;) I don't think you'll want that it in this.

Oh wait, I lied. There is another thing I didn't like.

"Them" that found her wonder
where she went and why?


I don't like "them." Maybe "those" would fit better? Also, why is it in quotations? It makes no sense to me.

Other than that, though, I loved it. Keep up the great work! :D

-Knightley



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