Friday, December 6, 2013

Forever Dead Comments

Rating: 5.0

A cold drip leaked out of the spout,
and rained down on those daisies.

Green grass and a medow of life.
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Nia Schexnider
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Matt Johnston 10 December 2013

Nice one. I really like the third stanza. This poem reminds me of when I spent a winter in Minnesota... but that time in my life and my reason for being there has, like a snowflake, melted away. So this poem struck a cord.10 point rating from me.

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Adheez Van Der Beanthz 07 December 2013

a great poem with good words and imagery i love the words that you choose, it so alive really enjoy to read it thanks for sharing

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