Quieter than the shrieking cars,
More silent than the footstep,
Less noticed than the human breath,
Heard only in the silence,
Past the rustling leaves of trees,
Wait and carefully listen.
A sombre song to days of old,
Crying for injuries past,
Noted melodies of despair,
Sad sobs for desolation,
Crude mimicry of the living,
Cries of anguish for the dead.
Behind the shadows of the stars,
In darkness they envelop,
Formed by humanity's death,
By the horrid past events,
Heard and unheard like passing breeze,
Eyes shine like raindrops glisten.
Their freezing touch is not quite cold,
Warmth never gained at long last,
The silent chill of timely wear,
Future holds no salvation,
The Past remains unforgiving,
Only on Present's path we tread.
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You didn't like it because you didn't understand it? How very human.
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Now don't go all 'philosophical art-professor' on me, there's a reason I don't like those guys (with their little beards and glasses and Napoleon-complex).
I didn't like it because I did not understand how it fits along with the rest of the poem, both in terms of substances as well as form. To me, it read like one of those lines which are often used by poets to appear deep, but don't really say anything; which was a real shame as the rest of your poem is fantastic, very deep and very... distressing.
I'm teasing you Vincentii, hahahaha. No worries not understanding stuff. Heck, I rarely understand it myself.
Sorry RENA, I don't know why I spell it wrong all the time...
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Ok. The title pissed me off, you only capitalized Their and it pissed me off. Sorry, and if you don't like it...suffer in your jocks. lol. Nah, awesome though. Thoroughly entrancing and great description. You go Masa...keep writing dude.
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"Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;
And Conrad cries out - Oh! Oh! Oh!
Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast;
That both his thumbs are off at last.
Mamma comes home; there Conrad stands,
And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;-
"Ah!" said Mamma "I knew he'd come
To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb." - The Story of Suck-a-Thumb, Heinrich Hoffman
Their is capitalized for a reason Corneac... hehehehe, and I'll fix it right away.
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i liked this one too. very very much. However there was also some part thats made me pause and start all over again.
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Quieter than the shrieking cars,
More silent than the footstep,
Less noticed than the human breath,
Heard only in the silence,
Past the rustling leaves of trees,
Wait and carefully listen.
I liked this especially. but see here for example
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Quieter than the shrieking cars,
More silent than footsteps? the footstep,
Less noticed than the human breath,
Heard only in the silence,
Past the rustling leaves of trees, Wait and carefully listen
I'm not an expert on poems or anything but most of it sort of flowed very well and then when i came to wait and carefully listen part...i paused. but still maybe thats a good thing your making the reader actually pause to listen. haha that just came to me. anyway some parts had a of rhythm of their own unlike the rest. still good.
behind shadows of the stars.
ahhh i like that very much. beautiful imagery.
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My penmanship is hardpressed / with wordy
weight / hurried and broken / unpracticed, unscripted / untamed
I love it........I feel it is pure genius.......the third stanza creates alot of imagery and thought.......I have now read this like 10 times and love it.....kudos Mesa
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That the darkest hour never comes in the night, you can sleep with a gun....but when ya gonna wake up and fight.......for yourself -Shinedown
Hmm, the way you but your words together to make a phrase is different than normal, not that it's bad, but it makes your piece very unique. I liked it well enough, nothing really wrong with it, perhaps not my cup of tea ^_^