poemranker ::Return by windyone

DetailsThe poem, its numbers, and the conversation.

Free verse № 125171

Return

Member since 2005 · Posted 21 May 2005 · 7 comments

The gentle touch of your hand The way your eyes light up when you smile I hear your joy for life in your voice You fill my heart with love and peace Your love of life touches everything around you The cardinals call out with longing from the trees to hear your voice again Return to us my love for we grow weary without you

Rate it

0 is the worst, 10 the best. Pick a number, add a comment if you like, then send it. Keys: 0–9 pick, Enter sends.

mean 4.67 weighted 4.96 rank 8644 views 151 View voting details →

3 votes so far. Yours would make 4.3 votes so far

7 comments

[n/a] deleted user 21-May-05/4:38 PM Reply
I react solely because of that despicable zero voting.
Do you, or do you not want a comment on this poem, Windyone?
Because frankly, I get sick & tired of 'hurting' people while my only goal is to help others, and subsequently myself, to make better poems.
[n/a] windyone › deleted user 22-May-05/5:59 AM Reply
[n/a] windyone › deleted user 22-May-05/6:01 AM Reply
Depicable voting record? I vote, so am confused...and I appreciate your comments..so please explain yours.
[n/a] deleted user 22-May-05/8:41 AM Reply
This is a romantic poem. Nothing wrong with that, but you present an awful collection of platitudes here.
<< I hear your joy for life in your voice >>
for instance can be told in many ways. You choose the most basic of linguistic expressions. You could turn it into this:

'Your voice sings out your joy for life'

There are probably a million alternatives. Work 'm out and choose one that complements the rhythm of your poem.

The line with the Cardinals alsmost reads like a newspaper headline:
CARDINALS CALLING OUT FROM TREES - United Nations In Session For Emergency Debate...

Do a bit more with those cardinals (a bird I suppose, it's not in my dictionary). For instance,
<< the gentle touch of your hand >>, another platitude we better leave to Norah Jones, could be connected to the cardinals:
'a bird's wing touches my hand,
yours'
I'm sure some pop crooner used this gem before, but at least it gives a more poet image, and by placing her hand to the next line altogether, you heighten dramatics. Don't hesitate to insert Dreamworks trickery in poetry! Poetry is playing with words, and hardly anything else! F*ck the 'I wormed this undulated out of my intelligently tormented soul-arse'.

What I often do, is make thumbnail sketches. And then I start looking at them. I mean, really LOOKING. What do I want to communicate? Well, I'm in love! I'm in love more than anyone else! I want the world to stop turning and look my way and see how much in love I am!
Then you better come up with something that really grasps people's attention.

<< The way your eyes light up when you smile >>

'The way'. WHAT way? Those lighted-up eyes leave me completely in the dark.

'I'm blinded by the light from your eyes'
or
'I want so much to see your eyes
but I'm blinded by their light(s)'

I'm shuddering right now... I myself would do it quite different:

'The light in your eyes could open mine
and squelche my thirst
but it blinds me first
and then scorches me'

Now various other PR's must be shuddering...
But see what I mean Windyone? Don't just write down your feelings and leave it at that. Mould and sculpture them.


[n/a] windyone › deleted user 22-May-05/12:18 PM Reply
rules.. rules... why again was it that the french invented vers libre? Oh yes I remember :-)
[n/a] deleted user › windyone 22-May-05/3:15 PM Reply
...Verse libre? This??
If you want 'freedom', then why don't you do it like this?:

'Of touch hand gentle your the.'
[5] Dovina 23-May-05/12:29 PM Reply
Too sappy for general appreciation.