Young Writers Society

This poem had good description but sounds very choppy and sort of falls

Velvet.whispers wrote:We met one night,
in the dark, the fear,
We exchanged smiles,
I held my glass up to you,
played with my hair, crossed my legs, flirted like crazy.

We drank together one night,
with happiness, with love,
We talked, I laughed,
You were bewildered by my laughter,
Apparently you play the saxophone, then you disappear.

We talked one night,
Without names, without play,
You held my hand,
Looked into my eyes,
And I felt that exhilaration of power held over you.

I loved you one night,
not knowing if I should dare, not knowing weather I should care,
Delighted by my own slutishness,
Terrified by it,
We walked out together, you helped me put on my coat.

We had sex one night,
to the sound of live jazz, to the sound of our joy,
And the music matched our envy,
It's craziness the taste of your kisses,
It's eraticness the imprint of your hand on my neck,
We were the jazz, we were that emotion, that betrayal.

I forgot you one night,
I walked away in the cold,
alone,
But instead of feeling terribly crass,
I felt elated, elated by the music, elated by you.

"things I have done", you presume too much maybe ?!

You describe the things you have done very well in this poem. It makes it easy to picture everything that's going on. I'm not sure I like the ending. I sort of do, like the "elated" part, but I think "I forgot you one night" brings it down a little. The poem flows well though and I like the mention of jazz throughout.

I definitely appreciate the language you present, and the honesty that comes forth. Your effort is limitless.
We talked, we drank, we walked, we were the jazz. I like the connections.
"...jazz, we were that emotion, that betrayal".
Just great... and Ill say I like this line unlike c-classy,

We talked, I laughed,
You were bewildered by my laughter,

Obviously to repeat a word is to put emphasis on it; or empower it and that is why I liked how you used the word 'laugh' here.
Confusion that is fun...is interesting.

"We had sex tonight"-- I like the bluntness.
I certainly like how music is tied into the whole poem.
You put question the instrument, than give it a genre and call it music-that is clever.

I could go far with this poem, overall I like it. Very mysterious and that's what I love, sometimes in poems as this, things are better left unsaid... but let me know if you want a better constructed opinion on this.

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Velvet.whispers wrote:We met one night,
in the dark, the fear,
We exchanged smiles,
I held my glass up to you,
played with my hair, crossed my legs, flirted like crazy.

We drank together one night,
with happiness, with love,
We talked, I laughed,
You were bewildered by my laughter,
Apparently you play the saxophone, then you disappear.

We talked one night,
Without names, without play,
You held my hand,
Looked into my eyes,
And I felt that exhilaration of power held over you.

I loved you one night,
not knowing if I should dare, not knowing weather#FF0000 ">Should be whether I should care,
Delighted by my own slutishness,
Terrified by it,
We walked out together, you helped me put on my coat.

We had sex one night,
to the sound of live jazz, to the sound of our joy,
And the music matched our envy,
It's craziness the taste of your kisses,
It's eraticness#FF0000 ">should be erraticness the imprint of your hand on my neck,
We were the jazz, we were that emotion, that betrayal.

I forgot you one night,
I walked away in the cold,
alone,
But instead of feeling terribly crass,
I felt elated, elated by the music, elated by you.

This poem was very random. I'll try to point out what I mean.

in the dark, the fear,

We drank together one night,

with happiness, with love,

We talked, I laughed,
You were bewildered by my laughter,

Apparently you play the saxophone,

not knowing if I should dare, not knowing weather I should care,

Delighted by my own slutishness,

We had sex one night,

It's eraticness the imprint of your hand on my neck,

I felt elated, elated by the music, elated by you.

Thank you!

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This poem captures the way of the world very well. The world is dark, and full of this immorality. This is the best poem I've read so far because it doesn't water anything down. It has rhythm, it flows, and gets the message across. Something that would make it even better would be to tweak the ending just a bit. Maybe add a surprise, or maybe a toll that she has now for her ways. To leave the reader with nothing at the end makes the reader feel empty. Great job.

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