Grey, Baby.

by Via

Published August 19, 2012

In Poetry

Grey.
 
Wood, paint, made in China.
Bought with a coupon,
but every bit as special.
 
Rails on the sides,
a mattress inside—
to bumper or not to bumper?
Suffocation or broken leg?
 
So many decisions.
Right? Wrong?
Controversies.
 
Simplicity is gone,
wrapped in a world
of complications.
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ChocoCookie
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ChocoCookie wrote a review Review · Aug 19, 2012

Via! (:

Great poem. In fact, very random and I completely agree with you. That simplicity of colors are gone, and everyone now just wants so many bright colors. *sigh*

Only one thing, I think the ends was a little too... Maybe sudden? Like BAM! Its ended, when the poem's just half way through that feeling. I guess, maybe a few more paragraph's would make this a great poem.

Also, the second paragraph does not have even lines! :O But its okay. I think you've done great! Nothing else to say. Love it. <3'

Keep Writing! ~

Cookie <3'

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Nargles
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Nargles wrote a review Review · Aug 19, 2012

Hey,
this is really good. Very enjoyable, a few bits that I will pick out for you, (seeing that I'm suppose to be reviewing you).
Ok so firstly, the flow is lovely and really genuine and not forced at all.
It is a really simple and nice poem that says exactly what you want to say without forcing it or making it blunt. For this I applaud you. My favourite part is

Bought with a coupon,
but every bit as special.


There aren't many things I can say against this poem, except that personally I don't like "grey" all there on it's own, for me it just doesn't seem part of the poem. But that is just my personal opinion.

Well done!!



The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they.
— TheMythMaster