07-11-2015, 03:26 PM
poems like mountains should always have titles; hi vastile and welcome. a solid first poem though not without a need for some rather extensive editing. we can't and most of us tend not to rip poems, specially in mild. it reads as being very wordy. there are redundancies in many places.
this isn't the place for line by line feedback, though it's the proper place to post the poem. [take thing gradually to start with]
the wordyness;
I sit atop a tall lonely mountain.
Clouds y mist, my only companion.
I look down on the people who live below.
I and see every life, end and begin.
the above is just an example for you to think about
repetition in the form of [on top ....mountain] doesn't add enough to be. used in this case less can be more. the very first rhyme needs working on and you use the word [alone] for a rhyme after using it quite a few times in the poem
i'll let others make some comments about other aspects. one good point is that it's not ladened with cliche, [most first poems are]
this isn't the place for line by line feedback, though it's the proper place to post the poem. [take thing gradually to start with]
the wordyness;
I sit atop a tall lonely mountain.
Clouds y mist, my only companion.
I look down on the people who live below.
I and see every life, end and begin.
the above is just an example for you to think about
repetition in the form of [on top ....mountain] doesn't add enough to be. used in this case less can be more. the very first rhyme needs working on and you use the word [alone] for a rhyme after using it quite a few times in the poem
i'll let others make some comments about other aspects. one good point is that it's not ladened with cliche, [most first poems are]
(07-10-2015, 05:28 AM)Vastile Wrote: This is my first real poem and I'm here to learn, so please, tear this one up, as much as it deserves, so that I can do better.
Thank you, all.
I sit atop a tall lonely mountain.
Cloudy mist, my only companion.
I look down on the people who live below.
I see every life end and begin.
I, too, was once a man.
Who once was lost along a winding trail.
I found peace in protecting and observing.
Despite Winters bite and storming hail.
I found that I could stop disaster.
Send help to those whom needed.
Alone I must stay on top this tall mountain.
But, my own woes, I always conceded.
My attention ever on those, whom I try to help.
I didn’t notice myself turning slowly to stone.
The elements would try to beat me.
But, I would stay, forever and alone.
My will is strong, my heart is true.
I try to give my luck to all those below.
Though, it costs me in ways indescribable.
I make it up in more ways than one could know.
I am the Gentle Giant, who sits on the mountain.
I am the Gentleman Beast, who watches over all that I can.
I am the lonely Figure of Stone.
Whom all have forgotten was once a Man
