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Alone

by umaima


There is a heavy crowd
on every street,
seeking for their destiny
in their every blink.

The fierce wind blows
on their merciless face,
trying to calm their resonance
and the fear they have within.

The leafs fall down
From the big giant trees,
And join the wind
In its life long journey.
 
At this time of night
With no support,
Stands a girl
In the middle of a street.
 
Her fears are no more
As she has nothing to lose,
Tears roll on her cheek
Remembering their dreadful death.
 
The car that crashed
Only kept her alive,
The ambulance sound
Still rings in her ears.

“We are sorry”
Said the doctor,
Breaking her heart
Like a ticker.
 
The left over pieces
Of her now lonely soul,
Exploded like there had been
A bomb blast somewhere near.
 
Everything in this world
Every light in the street,
Seems to her as nothing
Compared to the darkness everywhere.
 
The happy families that pass by
Only happen to make things worse,
Reminding of those times
Which now are like a curse.
 
Whatever she has lost
Is what mattered to her most,
But now she knows
She can’t have them anymore.
 
Now that she doesn’t have them
Now that her family’s gone,
What she can only do is cry
For her life long.
 
Her mistakes and blunders
That was what she made every day,
The talking back and no’s
Which she replied on her every stay.
 
She is left here repenting
About everything she has done,
With no trust, no faith
But only regrets in her run.
 
She had never been
The one who her family wanted,
She had always been the one
Who eventually got taunted.
 
Now here she stands alone
In this stormy weather,
Who always thought
They would forever be together.
 
She has no hope left
But only the pain,
Oh! That poor little thing
Is all one can say.
 
How late is that
When a person realizes,
That what you lose in the end
Is what you desire most.
 
How pity it is
That a person never knows,
How important something was
Before “it” is taken away.
 
                                                     -  Umaima


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Sun May 26, 2013 9:11 pm
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Hey Umaima,

What a great and dramatic narrative piece C: I actually applaud you in the voice and the solemn tone that is maintained throughout.

The one thing that I would suggest that I think this piece desperately needs is a sharp enough knife and the conviction to cut out some of these stanzas, I think it runs rather long -- and it's not that I don't like long poetry, it's that it's a bit too bogged down by some of the stanzas. The first three beginning stanzas are all just description/setting up the scene, and in a poem like this, where you're not just trying to maintain a rhythm and create imagery, but you're also trying to tell a story with some kind of symbolic significance, what you want to do is be able to set the scene WHILE ALSO telling the story -- you want to be able to cram as much as you can in as little words as possible.

The reason poetry is so memorable and powerful is because each word should work together to create impact. Here, there are plenty of words to spare. We don't get into the meat of the story until the 6th stanza -- so I'd just ask yourself where is the core of the poem and maybe shorten it from there.

I hope this helps. I'll be more than happy to chat this with you if you have any questions, or need any clarification or further elaboration.

~ as always, Audy




umaima says...


Thanks Audy...really helped a lot :D



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Wed May 08, 2013 5:18 am
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This is actually kind of confusing. I feel like parts of it are clear, but other parts are pointlessly written just because they sound cool, for instance stanza 3 where it is talking about the tree. I don't really see the point in this. There is also some strange syntax in the poem that needs to be worked out. Read it out loud, and see how much of this is actually pertinent information for the poem itself. What do you want the poem to be expressing? Do you want to talk about the feeling of loss, the reactions from other people, or the accident itself? For me right now the poem is talking about all of this, and I think it should be split up into poems talking about each one individually. To deal with all three topics makes a really long thing to read that is somewhat confusing. Trying to work in the symbol of the tree, along with the physical story about the family, and working out whether the girl is alive or dead, is a lot to take in within such a short time period. It requires more of a full short story in order to get all of that information, so instead, breaking it up will lend better to focusing on one aspect of it and give you more control over the symbols and the use of language. So my suggestion is to break this poem up into several separate poems dealing individually with each aspect of this incident.




umaima says...


But that's just not how I want this poem to be...Thanks for review and I really respect your views on my poem but the thing is I like it better the way it is :D...Anyways next time I write a poem I might consider what you asked me to :)



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Thu Apr 18, 2013 10:37 am
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Wonderful poem.

The left over pieces
Of her now lonely soul,


According to my spell checker - Chrome has built in checker, if you were wondering that I have been eerie enough to run it through spell check - the 'left over' should be joined. That is - 'leftover'


And again , I love this poem.

How pity it is
That a person never knows,
How important something was
Before “it” is taken away.


And these lines have very deep meaning and this is my favorite line so far. Keep Writing

-Animal




umaima says...


Thanks animal...glad u liked it



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chandowd says...



I love your words you use! A wonderful work of art.




umaima says...


Thanks chandowd




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