Thursday, September 13, 2012

Electric Life Comments

Rating: 4.5

It's gained pace of an electric train,
Started slow moving very swiftly though,
Yesterday's child is today's father,
Tells today, was searching while ago,
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Kanav Justa 30 November 2012

another excellent poem, , ,

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Stevie Taite 18 October 2012

read somewhere that ifyou have not grown up by fifty, you dont have to! But seriously, i did like this poem and dont we all wish we could be young and carefree again! I like the way it end with fond memories.

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Aditi Khandelwal 17 September 2012

Excellent poem. :) Aditi

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Margaret Shaw 16 September 2012

This is an excellent poem. I am not yet old enough to get white hairs but I understand how the conflicts between feeling young and realizing your youth has passed.

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Dave Walker 15 September 2012

A really fantastic poem, really like it.

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Brianna Winebarger 14 September 2012

MAy people have lost their youth and wantto revisit the past. They can do this through your poem. Great job!

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Shahzia Batool 13 September 2012

....a white hair in my hair....wonderful & simple way of showing transition phase in life....... a commonly-shared experience is described in the poem... I love recalling carefree days i love recalling joys i still recall my pretty past i still recall my toys... .........thank you.....

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Saadat Tahir 13 September 2012

age and time the relentless vectors, tucked under the reapers arm. nostalgia nor naivete shall deter him... a quaint floater into 'those' realms... nice write...liked it

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Valerie Dohren 13 September 2012

I think we would all like to capture a glimpse of our lost youth - good write.

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Jennifer Louise Johnson 13 September 2012

a boy's childhood in a suburban world, lost through age and aging remembered.

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Payal Parande 13 September 2012

oh sir what a remarkable piece i am in awe yes we all like to grow when we are little cause parents don't listen us say we are to small to think of it no one takes us seriously but when we are grown we do miss those silliness and how naive and sweet the memory were it is incredible your poem is incredible, thank you for sharing, love payal

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