Your eyes,
pure ponds of blue,
stare into mine,
muddy piles of brown.
Your arms wrap
around my waist
and I wonder
if your heart is beating
as fast as mine.
The sun highlights
your sand-hued hair
as we run up the bleachers.
Can it be
that it's been
six whole months
and still our lips
haven't touched?
We sit for a while
in deserted stands
bathing in
the sunlight's glow.
Standing up now,
our hands intertwined,
the sun blinding us
to everything else.
Like two magnets,
our faces rush together,
preparing for the crash.
I am fulfilling
my greatest daydream,
yet there is no satisfaction.
Kissing a statue
with wooden lips
and metal eyes
would feel no different.
As I break away,
you vanish into dawn,
the lie swept away
by a new morning.
I get up
and put on my glasses,
so maybe I'll stop living
in blind obsession.
Don't take this the wrong way, but your poem made me uncomfortable.
And not in a bad way, because it was very good.
What I mean to say is, it was very personal. I kindof felt like an intrusion into your mind. So I guess that means the writing was phenominal. Kudos to you :)
I love this poem ^^ Star for you! *applauds*
I like the twist at the end. It didn't flow that well, so I reccomend you find some more fitting words so this poem can flow. The meaning of it is great however.
Love it!
I like the twist at the end.
The 'and put on my glasses' bit really shows alot to me.
Lovely rhythm. The 3 line stanzas spice it up too.
Kissing a statue
with wooden lips
and metal eyes
would feel no different.
niteowl wrote:Your eyes,
pure ponds of blue,
stare into mine,
muddy piles of brown.
Your arms wrap
around my waist
and I wonder
if your heart is beating
as fast as mine.
The sun highlights
your sand-hued hair
as we run up the bleachers.
Can it be
that it's been
six whole months
and still our lips
haven't touched?
We sit for a while
in deserted stands
bathing in
the sunlight's glow.
Standing up now,
our hands intertwined,
the sun blinding us
to everything else.
Like two magnets,
our faces rush together,
preparing for the crash.
I am fulfilling
my greatest daydream,
yet there is no satisfaction.
Kissing a statue
with wooden lips
and metal eyes
would feel no different.
As I break away,
you vanish into dawn,
the lie swept away
by a new morning.
I get up
and put on my glasses,
so maybe I'll stop living
in blind obession.
this is really good. you can feel the emotion threw your writing. it blew me away.
i think this poem was pretty amazing.. i love how you have compared the boy to a statue ...
Kissing a statue
with wooden lips
and metal eyes
would feel no different.
the last 3 versus really blew me away..amazing work x
wow! really good poem, especially loved the ending.
this bothered me the most:
"Standing up now,
our hands intertwined,
the sun blinding us
to everything around us."
instead of saying us both times, why say "the sun blinding me/ to everything around us" or "the sun blinding us/ to everything around". just a suggestion. other than that, good work!
Thanks for all the comments. I did make a few changes.
Corvin: You're right. I changed it.
Liz: The assignment was to write about a dream. Hence the "It was all a dream" thing. Because it was. I did try taking out some adjectives and re-working that waking up bit. Not sure if it's any better.
Rei: That line sucks. It always sucked, but I couldn't think of anything better. But I just did, so I changed it.
"Wow" pretty much sums up this poem. This was an amazing piece of literature.*stares in complete awe*
This is a really amazing poem. The end was so suprising and yet so fitting for this that it made it so worth it to read!
Wonderful Job
very nice poem. The imagery was very good kept me wanting to read more though in some lines i see some unneeded words, repeated words. other than that great.
Very nice, and I liked the way you ended it. Not what I expected, and made me enjoy it a whole lot more. I do have one nitpick, though:
"as I have longed to do so for so long"
That sounds a little corny.
That was lovely, awesome, spetactular....... I'm such a sucker for romance!!! Lover the rythmn and th imagery. That just... WOW... blew me away. Keep writing 
Hm..I liked a lot of the imagery you used here, but I wasn't too sure about the premise and much of it seemed overwritten to me, too vague.
If you're going to do the 'I woke up and it was all a dream" thing, you have to be original about it. It felt like a cop-out.
Your eyes,
ponds of crystalline blue,
stare into mine,
mere piles of muddy brown.
WOW!
*stares blankly at the screen*
That was absolutely amazing, especially the ending. The only thing that threw me off was the fact that it didn't rhyme and the a lot of the sections had different amount of lines. The poem made sentence but it really bugged me, I think that it personally took away form that poem the fact that it didn't rhyme.
I just like poems that rhyme and i think that i speak for everyone when I say that I would prefer it better if it were rhyming.
shanan-cat doing my job!
Wow. The ending really threw me. Awesome poem though, great flow, great rhythm, great everything. Just a few quick things.
"Standing up now,
our hands intertwined,
the sun blinding us
to everything outside"
Aren't they outside? It probably means everything outside of their little fantasy, but still a muddied line. Maybe change 'outside' to 'else' or 'around us'?
Other than that little misunderstanding on my part the poem was amazing.
~Corvin Vandra
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