BlackCagedHeart Posted March 9, 2004 Report Share Posted March 9, 2004 Shattered glass fights from the past each you kept inside All the scars you hide each room keeps a deep secret you must keep All those bad words said All those days you'd wish you're dead All those days are past.... With the cleaning of the broken glass. BlackCagedHeart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jareena Faye Posted March 9, 2004 Report Share Posted March 9, 2004 Wow! I wish I could have dreams like this! A very good poem. It communicates emotion. The shattering glass makes logically makes you think of what might have caused it to break, such as a heated, violent argument. Your description of the past and secrets also made me imagine rooms in the house. So... great job! You got the reader's attention and forced all that imagination to happen. Awesome! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackCagedHeart Posted March 9, 2004 Author Report Share Posted March 9, 2004 ::blushes:: You are TOO kind, my friend. BlackCagedHEart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matteo Posted March 10, 2004 Report Share Posted March 10, 2004 There are times I don't give enough credit to short poems, likely because I have a hard time writting them, but this is definately one of those times when credit is due. The repetition of the glass metaphor at the end is a wonderful closer. I like the whole-ness of it, it feels complete. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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