Young Writers Society

Hi there niteowl

This is really deep. Never had I ever thought about the profound feelings of forgotten socks. This has changed me deep inside, in a place where no other words could reach

I really liked the imagery used in this poem. Line four I had to think about for a minute, before I realized the parallel to the washing machine where they would drown and the drying machine where they would burn. (I hate drying machines. They scare me for some reason. Probably because I got stuck in one once and my meanie sister shut the door.)

in floods and fires they scream

promise me we'll find each other at the end,

Niteowl, what impresses me most about this poem is how you took something simple (a pair of socks), and made it into an epic poem that communicates a lot of feelings and emotions, and also correlates to real life. You have done excellent, and I'm amazed by your style and the amount of work you put into this. Great job!

The stanzas are beautiful, and the conception and development of your ideas is ingenious. The first stanza introduced us to the pair of socks, but it also seems to suggest something similar, like a couple in real life, or perhaps siblings (I should know, because my older brother is my twin brother.) Your usage of words is fantastic, and I can picture these two enmeshed with each other and entwined. The second stanza was vibrant and provided a clear picture. When you refer to water and fire, are you referring to the washing machine and the dryer? That's the image that I got when I read the stanza, but it also reminds me of external forces and conflicts that sometimes separates couples and friends, and how they hope to see each other when all is done. However, sometimes, they do not meet each other again, or, as you state, "wait/in time they cannot measure."

The last two stanzas, though, left the most powerful impact on me. Describing what happens to the socks over time (but none left are/the right color, the right size/no one fits for them), is quite the tragedy, displaying how, over time, these pairs of socks no longer fit or serve any usage. They are abandoned (they are swept together/a mismatched pile of mourners) and left alone. It reminds me of how those couples sometimes end up being distanced from the majority of society and left alone (kept just warm enough to wait/for the next load.) Your poem is full of meanings, emotions, and all kinds of sensations, and I am impressed by what you have created.

In conclusion, I am amazed by the events that you describe in the poem. The poem is meaningful, captivating, and thoughtful, and you made a beautiful poem. The meaning of the poem is glorious, and I find no errors or inconsistencies anywhere in the poem. Excellent job, niteowl! This is amazing!

Hello Tuesday here for a review. i like to begin that this poem has a wonderful theme or meaning behind it (kinda have to read between the lines to get it) also how you used lowercase letters to give an effect to the reader reading this. Plus this poem could somewhat relate to people since most of the people in this world don't fit in as much as they hope to; everyone was a different person and everyone doesn't fit into one slot or something. Yet when someone decides that they want to go into a different group, thread or wars could begin.

Nitpick(s):

but none left are

their unity renewed another day.

I agree with the previous post. I liked this poem because it was unique, different. It had a decent ring to it, despite not rhyming. The pace was great. Even better that it doesn't have any crazy grammar/spelling mistakes.

I think this poem is really good. I usually don't care for poetry but this one was different. It was funny. I recommend this.