Friday, October 9, 2009

An Untold Beauty Comments

Rating: 5.0

There is no faith in what is plain to see,
always doubting, meekly toiling,
those truthful eyes awoke my sinking soul,
a believer in the sullied snow knelt aghast.
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Ciarán Kelly
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Clara Odelia Ciutara 24 October 2009

Hi Ciarán, I like your way in telling about the untold beauty, especially each first line of each paragraphs, they're simple, but also deep and complicated, I like 'There is no faith in what is plain to see' and 'A little glimpse of what the saints can see'. They both are the greatest part of this poem.

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Matt Mooney 19 October 2009

A striking poem with an inner strength. I like the metaphor of the snow.10.

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Obinna Eruchie 14 October 2009

'A little glimpse of what the saints can see, / changed the route of all there is to bequeath, / My unholy heart is mesmerised by the peace, / that her aura of perfection showered upon me.' Beauty is actually found, when he discovers it in one virtuous and was touched. Adorable.

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Kerry O'Connor 13 October 2009

A poem of striking contrasts. Very beautiful.

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Rachel Butler 10 October 2009

Those truthful eyes awoke my sinking soul, Rachel Ann Butler

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