Sadfully the day after your poem was entered in Paris the freedom of speech, mind and oppinion was taunted.
But none-the-less I stand behind your words. I love your writing, read it with a good rythm.
Here I have to ask "chose" or "choose", because "chose" lies in the past, we choose or we chose?
But do ignore if you want it like that, but to me "chose" and "lose" don't rhyme.
Freedom of the mind to think what we "chose"
no matter what it may cause us to lose
Awesome, I really love it, you promote the market to me as if you work there and you need to lure more and more costumers in.
I read it, it was a quick and smooth read, with great rhymes that all truly fit the subject.
You wrote it with passion, keep up the great work.
Awesome ending, I loved reading this poem. Do think you need some spelling control.
But I really enjoyed reading it, especially the ending is a surprise.
Your start has also lured me in, some parts are harder to read, but that could be my own flaws.
Keep up the great work.
Nicely written. Hollywood endings are nice and all. But in real life we can only hope for them.
I like the poem, because you used recognizable movies and their scenery. And the meaning behind it is also awesome.
Who doesn't want an hollywood ending/outcome in their life.
The line like: "And they live happily ever after" is a dream for most of us.
A beautiful poem about abusement, rich kids that haven't learned to respect all living things.
It takes me on a boattrip, changing completely into an antpile bullied by a boy. The antpile then comes out as an antfarm.
Bought by the boy or his father. Meaning the ants ar his to play with, merely because the boy is wealthy.
Simply buying new ones if the ants die. Sad, but yet meaningful poem.
The first line gives the reader hope and the feeling of joy. Right after that the bombs fall and away with the joy and happiness.
And if the horror isn't over, it gets worse too. I wish it didn't happen to you. Then comes a little sunshine with rain in a far away view. And that clears up aswell. But the trauma is there to stay. Glad you've found someone to talk to.
And if it is fictional, it lured me in write after the first line.
It is true that silence is a form of abuse, it is not willing to see the bad things. And in a lot of ways, if you are a kid and stand alone in your believings, at least so you think. You need to find other kids to make a bigger fist and fight for the rights of the weak.
And maybe there is a small solution, but to be there for somebody with only a shoulder to cry on is a gesture well needed for.
So clearly written and with a beautiful meaning, break the silence and lend someone a helping hand.
A movie infront of my eyes is being sketched by your words of a beautiful sunny summer day. It could also be a song, but none-the-less it lures me in and leads me away on a warm fantasy. Well written, hope you win a prize and keep up the good writings. I'll go an read some more of you.
I picture myself a painter, outside on field of flowers and trees, with a fading sun in the background, beyond some hills. It's not her/his story told, but the setting of the whole frame. Nature is the main subject, the painter a thin red line. The painter using colors given by nature, returned on a canvas to celebrate nature for it's beautiful colors.
It's so very true that words can bring our feelings and frustations to paper. The only thing we have to do is take a pen and write them down.
It indeed clears our minds alot and when written down we can remember not only our own history, but also our to-do-lists in the future.
Such a sad view these days, the bullying gets worse, the abuse also seems to get worse. Maybe it's all the media, so you hear more about them. But the world is cruel, our human world is cruel, no other animal then the humans bully and abuse.
You've written a beautiful poem for your lost friend, I've lost a friend too, I feel (with) you.
Keep up the strength and keep writing, hopefully more happy poems.
So true, so powerful. Maybe short, but very strong and a lesson everybody needs to learn someday. For every good times, there need to be bad times, for we forget that life can be hard as hell. And as soon as we've forgotten that, Life kicks us down like never before. Puts us back on the spot where we belong. Awesome writings.
Very simple, like my own works, yet very strong and very true. I like to think about things aswell, about my school years, about my wife and kids, the choices I mayde with them all and others. And every time I say to myself, if you would've made different choices, I wouldn't have met my wife, wouldn't have my loving kids. Would I be happier, if I didn't know any better, maybe yeah, who will tell. But I do know and for sure I wouldn't be happier, I would miss them.
You've written a very awesome and meaningful poem. Keep them coming.
True and you could go on for days for all sorts of animals, or make different ones for invertebrates, fish and birds. The meaning of this poem, I believe is also, not to judge that easily about each other. We are all different in our own way. Even if we are the perfect looking identical twins, you still have your own personality. Maybe one about humans in some sort of poem is making a bigger statement. We as humans are the only creature judging about anyone and anything.
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