I love love poems.

[blainebeckner]

I Hear the bells ringing, ringing,
To reaching hands the heavens part!
The chimes rain down singing, bringing,
smiling melodies to heavy heart!

In past so distant a ringing, clinging,
an ashen sky did press my soul;
the striker struck with stinging, pinging,
and forced the breaking bell to toll.

A gentle breeze now healing, leaving
my sorrows floating far above;
In sounding bells cradled, kissing,
thy lips of gold forever my love.

[YesNo]

I liked the two -inging rhyme words in the first two stanzas and wondered why you didn't continue them in the third. I guess the obvious reason would be running out of new rhyme words, but I suppose they could have been repeated.

I don't know if I followed the message, but I enjoyed the sound.

[hillwalker]

I tend to disagree - although repeating the same sound in lines 1 and 3 of each verse adds a gentle charm to the piece, by the second verse the useof '-inging' yet again had worn thin (especially as the choice of 'stinging' and 'pinging' didn't make a lot of sense).

Verse 3 works much better - so perhaps a slight change of vocabulary is in order for verse 2?

Other than that an enjoyable poem.

H

[Delta40]

I think the rhyming here had a very musical quality indeed.