04-07-2014, 10:34 PM
(04-07-2014, 09:57 PM)denniswilson Wrote: He eyes, which were once blue, are now a darker grey.Hi, I find this to be a great poem, almost metaphysical in content. Now that you have the emotion written on the page, you can refine it poetically, or make it rhyme if you want. Don't take me too seriously though, I'm a moppet poet.
Her soul, which shinned so bright, had now gone away.
I added punctuation, in bold, that would slow down this poem through proper grammar. The first two lines read best when read carefully.
Does heaven await or maybe a different fate?
Death is a common theme in poetry. It is the age-old question of what awaits: heaven, hell, oblivion, or reincarnation.
She sat and she waited until the sun could be seen and her eyes were no longer as dark as the sky.
This line works nicely, the break in rhyme scheme is understood to be for the sake of writing down a heartfelt verse. However, it is too long for the poem, and thus jarring. Try a new line starting with and her eyes, the assymetry would be nice.
She said " if an angel appears I shall kiss it with my last breath"
The wind whistled and the door creaked, yet still no angel lay at her feet.
A memory past and an image awakened,
when she had dared to ask she did receive
A lifetime of hate for a moment of greed.
This last stanza doesn't make sense. No angel appeared, yet she saw an angel and it deeply affected her? Is she dying, and if so, how does she have a whole lifetime of hate left?
*Warning: blatant tomfoolery above this line

