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I Go On (Free verse) by drumrgirl30

I keep my feelings to myself Emotions boxed up, on a shelf. My face may never show pain, though tears in my heart fall like rain. Cool as ice , on the outside I must be Never breaking, but solid as a tree. Bending slightly with life's wind Then standing straight and strong again. I save my tears and fears for the night, Keeping my pain and worry out of sight. Waking in silence with the dawn. With no word of complaint; I go on.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 27-Jan-04/3:32 AM
I don't know where people get the idea that the definition of poetry is writing about your thoughts, feelings and emotions. In fact I do know where they get it - they get it from being stupid and believing the first thing they hear that sounds 'deep'. Look it up in a dictionary. It's besides the point anyway, since what I was trying to convey is that your perception of yourself - as the sort who struggles through life without complaining - is utterly wrong, since you're actually the sort of person who is completely incapable of writing poetry that isn't about how terrible their suffering is.




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