Walk Night covers me Moon guides me Stars lift me Orion is strong after all Can't stop Cold nips my nose My fingers tingle Run on And on And on Into the darkness
Else Sofi wouldn't have linked one of yers in her blog eh?
PLus they are quite technically awesome. Often I think you write better poetry than myself.
PLus you are only 14 and thus beginning your poetrical journey of awesome. When I was your age I'd written maybe 3 poems or sommink. And. They. Are. Aweful. I mean groan inducingly tedius clunky rhyming affairs.
And I think most people find the dark nature of most of your topic matter a bit hard-going. Have you thought to try branching into different angles? (this is coming from someone who writes much as you do and finds branching quite tough).
The key thing is: do YOU like your poems?
OK. Way too long comment. I need sleep. 2 more poetry blogs to check before sleep. Adios.
5 comments:
This really is a beautiful poem.
thankyou
"Orion is strong after all"
I keep coming back to that line. It's a rip snorter.
Really?
um thats wierd
Do u really like my poems?
cuz everyone else hates them
You know that ain't true.
Else Sofi wouldn't have linked one of yers in her blog eh?
PLus they are quite technically awesome. Often I think you write better poetry than myself.
PLus you are only 14 and thus beginning your poetrical journey of awesome. When I was your age I'd written maybe 3 poems or sommink. And. They. Are. Aweful. I mean groan inducingly tedius clunky rhyming affairs.
And I think most people find the dark nature of most of your topic matter a bit hard-going. Have you thought to try branching into different angles? (this is coming from someone who writes much as you do and finds branching quite tough).
The key thing is: do YOU like your poems?
OK. Way too long comment. I need sleep. 2 more poetry blogs to check before sleep. Adios.
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