The Girl Who Waited

by SilverBerry

Published October 2, 2015

E - Everyone

In poetry

The bright blue box

with the strange mad man

crashed into my yard,

from my bedroom I ran. 

He told me he'd help,

that he wouldn't be late,

so I sat on the ground,

and still, here I wait. 

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MJthesongbird
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MJthesongbird wrote a review Review · Dec 20, 2015

I think this is a good poem. It's short and simple, but it has a lot of meaning to it. It shows us how Amy waited and waited, but he never came back even though he promised. I think she would've wrote this while waiting for the Doctor to return. The only thing I have to say is that I think you should have written her feelings too to make it a bit longer, but I guess that's only my opinion. Please keep writing more and improving as you continue writing.

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tintomara138
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tintomara138 wrote a review Review · Oct 11, 2015

Hi!

Okay, first of all, you had me at 'The bright blue box' (because I'm obviously mad about the Doctor). Second of all, I loved the poem regardless of the Doctor. It's simple, yet strong. It's saying a lot by not saying a lot (does that even make sense?). I like the rhyme, which I didn't notice the first time I read the poem. It's there but it's subtle. I wouldn't change anything about the poem, it's excellent as it is.

Keep on writing!

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mintanchor
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mintanchor wrote a review Review · Oct 6, 2015

Hi :)
-My first review ;)-
I love this poem so, so much.

with the strange mad man
-from my bedroom I ran.

and here again
that he wouldn't be late,
-and still, here I wait.

Your rhyme scheme is so on point, is cleverly placed, to move me through the poam as I read. I love it!!

Sometimes, it feels like the beat is off, like in the first four lines, where
from my bedroom I ran."

seems too short compared too the rest of lines.

The balance is also seems off in the last four lines,
and still, here I wait."

seems again too short compared to the rest.

Other than the slight off-balance in the lines, I love it. It makes me feel sad, and happy at the same time. My favorite line is
and still, here I wait."

because it holds such power and emotion.
The poem could almost be talking about anything, but also stays true to you origonal topic! Love! Love! Love!

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JustifiedWriter commented Comment · Oct 5, 2015

OMG this brought back so many memories and i actually love it you should do more of these or maybe write a story and ughhhh this would be so amazing

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Pamplemousse
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Pamplemousse commented Comment · Oct 4, 2015

Is this a DW reference or am I sorely mistaken...

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ThePhoenix
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ThePhoenix commented Comment · Oct 4, 2015

D:
THE FEELS!
I MISS AMY!
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME?

But yeah, great poem.
:D

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SAAMMMEEE Amy was my favorite :( :(

Yeah, I love the poem as is- if you're really looking for something to change/ add you can always reference fish sticks and custard instead of just saying 'strange' for mad man

SAAMMMEEE Amy was my favorite :( :(

Yeah, I love the poem as is- if you're really looking for something to change/ add you can always reference fish sticks and custard instead of just saying 'strange' for mad man

SAAMMMEEE Amy was my favorite :( :(

Yeah, I love the poem as is- if you're really looking for something to change/ add you can always reference fish sticks and custard instead of just saying 'strange' for mad man

SAAMMMEEE Amy was my favorite :( :(

Yeah, I love the poem as is- if you're really looking for something to change/ add you can always reference fish sticks and custard instead of just saying 'strange' for mad man

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ChocolateCello
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ChocolateCello commented Comment · Oct 2, 2015

Hey! Cello here-
Minor suggestion I just thought of

Maybe say

'The bright blue box

Inside, a mad man'

just a suggestion, maybe reword it a bit idk, but then it keeps with Amy's name of 'mad man' and it- eh, idk just an idea



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