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The Fall is Worth it
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From shades of white to tones of blue,
The sun lays to rest it's blaze.
A day of a decade spent waiting for you,
The picturesque fantasy my heart portrays.
"She shall come anon," it says,
But my mind believes it less and less.
Each one strategically studied and marked,
As they pass, so beautiful, but I ne'er intervene.
My romance is but a dulled edge,
A glorious endeavor upon which I once embarked...
We were conquerors of fate with hearts strong and blades keen.
A fall of no recovery... I've leapt from that ledge.
Though the desheartened think of love as a lover's toy,
I've beheld it's wonders and known it's joy.
And I've felt the blades of weaponry such demons doth employ.
How they rip and they tear, soul from soul, limb from limb.
All this can result from one caprice, one whim.
It's all that it takes to shatter paradise,
But the fall is worth it, love, into the depths of honest eyes.
The sun lays to rest it's blaze.
A day of a decade spent waiting for you,
The picturesque fantasy my heart portrays.
"She shall come anon," it says,
But my mind believes it less and less.
Each one strategically studied and marked,
As they pass, so beautiful, but I ne'er intervene.
My romance is but a dulled edge,
A glorious endeavor upon which I once embarked...
We were conquerors of fate with hearts strong and blades keen.
A fall of no recovery... I've leapt from that ledge.
Though the desheartened think of love as a lover's toy,
I've beheld it's wonders and known it's joy.
And I've felt the blades of weaponry such demons doth employ.
How they rip and they tear, soul from soul, limb from limb.
All this can result from one caprice, one whim.
It's all that it takes to shatter paradise,
But the fall is worth it, love, into the depths of honest eyes.
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Here, my first writing in over a month. Apologies for my inactivity. My last few poems were about Bethany's leaving (Decay & Irreparable), And I took a second job to pay for college, plus the summer semester is hectic, so....
Check out the second stanza, I was trying something new, and I don't think it worked out very well, but oh well. It's a 6-line, with the rhyme scheme ABCABC. ...strange. Anyway, it's pretty much about Bethany.
...again.
-MM
Check out the second stanza, I was trying something new, and I don't think it worked out very well, but oh well. It's a 6-line, with the rhyme scheme ABCABC. ...strange. Anyway, it's pretty much about Bethany.
...again.
-MM
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Let me start off by saying I just typed over two hundred characters worth a comment and erased it all because it was rather odd and misleading.
I miss analying poems like in the old days back in 2004 and early 2005. I am to repeat history, it seems.
This is a classic MM poem using a rather old version of our English language to sum up in many yet short words an array of emotions. The use of your words convey a complex feeling that you rather feel heavy hearted and must contemplate and pinpoint the reason why though it is staring at you in the face. Also, this poem conveys (rather in a shouting manner) that there is hope found through tragic ends. My interpretation of this poem is simply, "I have found unbound love and it had stayed by my side until at last it left whist I would have done anything in life and death for it. But I fear not of the future, a second's worth of true happiness is never equal to an eternity of sadness."
Yes, I feel inspiration. I must now run off and write.
One other note I must add.
At times, being a female poet can be a rather... tedious thing. I would rather have been born male and have written poetry than have been born female and written poetry. You, my dear sir, write how I've always dreamed a man should write. A masculine poem is produced when a certain type of pain cannot be well expressed. Being a female, it is quite unfavorable to her if she writes, "Oh how I miss his golden hair and his witty charms. To hold him again..." mainly assumed so because it is stereotyped that men think from down under. Male poets are those who think in equal aspect of body, soul, and mind. Their poems appeal to readers because other male readers oft read poetry because they too think in equal aspect of body, soul, and mind, and women readers oft seek the equal aspect of body, sould, and mind, making this poem rather appealing to a woman. Many a women would be wooed by this poem despite its inappropriateness.
This will be all for my critique. Ah... how good it is to be back.
I miss analying poems like in the old days back in 2004 and early 2005. I am to repeat history, it seems.
This is a classic MM poem using a rather old version of our English language to sum up in many yet short words an array of emotions. The use of your words convey a complex feeling that you rather feel heavy hearted and must contemplate and pinpoint the reason why though it is staring at you in the face. Also, this poem conveys (rather in a shouting manner) that there is hope found through tragic ends. My interpretation of this poem is simply, "I have found unbound love and it had stayed by my side until at last it left whist I would have done anything in life and death for it. But I fear not of the future, a second's worth of true happiness is never equal to an eternity of sadness."
Yes, I feel inspiration. I must now run off and write.
One other note I must add.
At times, being a female poet can be a rather... tedious thing. I would rather have been born male and have written poetry than have been born female and written poetry. You, my dear sir, write how I've always dreamed a man should write. A masculine poem is produced when a certain type of pain cannot be well expressed. Being a female, it is quite unfavorable to her if she writes, "Oh how I miss his golden hair and his witty charms. To hold him again..." mainly assumed so because it is stereotyped that men think from down under. Male poets are those who think in equal aspect of body, soul, and mind. Their poems appeal to readers because other male readers oft read poetry because they too think in equal aspect of body, soul, and mind, and women readers oft seek the equal aspect of body, sould, and mind, making this poem rather appealing to a woman. Many a women would be wooed by this poem despite its inappropriateness.
This will be all for my critique. Ah... how good it is to be back.