Change for an old soul

I watch the sky
Roll over me
And feel the ground
Move under me

Firstly, if you're not gonna bother punctating your poem then less people will review it. Next I felt nothing from this. No need to feel any emotions. Now this poem had two major problems, it's (A) Navel Gazing (B) 'Poor Me' poem. Rather than telling us show this. You never give us any proper reason to feel any sympathy or empathy. It also does seem like you're trying too hard to sound intellectual. Overall: Get rid of the 'poor me' element, and 'navelgazing'. Also if you're gonna write a poem, do your best, not over your best. Don't try too hard to make it sound really smart.

Good luck
VSN

Hey there.

I gotta be honest, although it was okay, i can't help but be annoyed by the "intellectual-wannabe feel" interjection there in your poem. As much as the words flowed so gracefully as it was read, I felt it was too mature for your ideas. As the replies up there noticed, the transitions from one stanza to another kept me bouncing from one place and idea to another theme that scratched the whole concept of it being as a whole.

There was too much intricacy with so simple words that instead of the bulging emotions that needed to be seen, it was all irksome words. I sort of understood your stanzas [reading them individuall] but when connecting it, it somehow confused me. I don't know maybe it's just me but if this poem is something you dedicate to your readers, then might as well elaborate on it and make it reach us.

Overall, i still liked it and thought it was okay. There was that baleful touch of isolation i felt in your poem, which i usually root for. Just change some stuff and you're good to go.

Go gaga over writing! I see you've got something and it's yet to make you an Emily Dickinson

<3 JACE

[need me to critique more of yours, im just a PM away. :-*]

Medusa found all the mistakes I did so I can just tell you what I thought, which is still good.
I liked your word choice. The poem flowed well.
Keep writing.

~Rachael

arianamw@gmail.com wrote:I look in the glass pool
At who lays there
We are who we are
[s]We are who we are[/s]

Dreaming of nothing but lies
As [s]our [/s]heads fill with water
I'm just so much more than I can convey
To everyone and everything
Hello to seeing clearly

Once again
I slip and land
On something firm

Once again
I dive and brake
Always running never living

I watch the sky
Roll over me
And feel the ground
Move under [s]me[/s]
But ghosts live here
And haunt this world
Which I[s]'ve[/s] inhabited for far too long
So [s]lets [/s]calm this raging fire
That[s]'s[/s] consumed more than you will ever know