Ghoul
Slowly,
silently it lurks, hunting
from
the ethereal plane.
"Oh my ghoul!"
"My tormentor!"
"Why have you come
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Ghoul
Slowly,
silently it lurks, hunting
from
the ethereal plane.
"Oh my ghoul!"
"My tormentor!"
"Why have you come
The flames burn brightly within
Often it is said
Poems can be dull,
dry and dead.
But if one simply
looks upon their own
face, red and pimply;
Life is written in poetry
a language nature wrote,
Moonlight washed masses
Days of yore distort to gold
I enjoy the imagery within this poem. It certainly conveys the message of changing yourself according to other's preferences (unless the actual meaning went over my head, a very possible scenario)...
Very well done poems. I especially like the repetition in "Confusion", the syntax really matches up well with the topic.
A man
Stands alone upon the salted plain.
His eyes, fixated both upon the
ground and the heavens, light reused
to reflect, to flow about the earth.
The Man
Looked upon
These reflections, and...
I'm not sure if I'm completely correct about this but I believe it's the opposite, that the poem is about the European exploitation of less advanced areas during the 18th and 19th centuries, which is...
Um hi. I'm kind of intimidated by how talented everyone else on this site is so here goes I guess.
I'm a college student without a creative bone in my body. I love reading novels and poetry but I...