Thanks for the note at the end. I have written an acrostic poem earlier but didn't know it was actually a thing.
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Loud memories dead and half made, playing around in my head
insidiously stamp out my hard fought silence.
First- aid? I can only breathe in and out to patch my cracked peace, yet
every time it ends up being this blur.
It is only when I slow down the murky moments that
seconds of clarity are bestowed upon me by myself.
Silence hard won lets my eyes stray over and around
until they come to rest on the bandages wrapping my hands,
fiddling around with my wounds punches me with some more clarity.
Finest and darkest moments of a person’s life are re-played,
earnestly they come on his death-bed granting escape
rightly earned then, but not a damn moment before!
It is not time for you yet, pulsing parts of me remind since I
needed only those few sharp moments anyway to
grin and bear it, and walk off before my blood can pool.
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Note - Read the first letter of every line. (It's called an acrostic, a neat idea I got from StoryBraniac's poem Heartbreak)
Thanks for the note at the end. I have written an acrostic poem earlier but didn't know it was actually a thing.
Hi there Traves! Niteowl here to review.
In general, I think acrostics are a unique challenge because you want to make sure the poem itself is solid even when you have a letter pattern. It's probably more difficult when you have a whole sentence like this.
Loud memories dead and half made, playing around in my head
insidiously stamp out my hard fought silence.
First- aid in there is slowly breathing in and out, yet
every time it ends up being this blur.
It is only when I slow down the murky moments that
seconds of clarity are bestowed upon me by myself.
Silence hard won lets my eyes stray over and around
until they come to rest on the bandages wrapping my hands,
fidgeting around with which punches me with some more clarity.
Finest and darkest moments of a person’s life are re-played,
earnestly they come on his death-bed granting escape
rightly earned then, but not a damn moment before!
It is not time for me yet, pulsing parts of me remind since I
needed only those few sharp moments anyway to
grin and bear it, and walk off before my blood can pool.
I love this concept, @Traves. You convey this so well. Your tone is conversational, which makes your structure a bit easier to read. Interesting imagery...
Onto the review!
'Loud memories dead and half made, playing around in my head
insidiously stamp out my hard fought silence.
***I like this. What are you silent about?
First- Aid in there is slowly breathing in and out yet
***Perhaps make this "First aid" or "First-aid". The capital A and space after hyphen threw me off a little.
every time it ends up being this blur.
It is only when I slow down the murky moments that
seconds of clarity are bestowed to me by myself.
***This felt a little bit awkward. "Bestowed to me by myself." Reword?
Silence hard won lets my eyes stray over and around
until they come to rest on the bandages on my hands,
***"On the bandages on my hands" reads a little awkwardly, because of the double use of 'on'.
fidgeting around with which punches me with some more clarity.
Finest and darkest moments of a person’s life are re-played,
earnestly they come on his death-bed granting escape
***Love this
rightly earned then, but not a damn moment before!
It is not time for me yet, pulsing parts of me remind since I
needed only those few sharp moments anyway to
grin and bear it, and walk off before my blood can pool.
***Love this too....
Overall, I thought this was great work! If I can answer any questions, feel free to drop me a PM.
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