Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Mist Comments

Rating: 4.9

Am I a stupid flatterer or a poet?
Am I a courtier or a democrat?
As I breathe freely without help
So I write my own grief, without help
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Aftab Alam
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Heather Wilkins 13 June 2013

your last stanza is a perfect ending to your poem nicely written

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David Wood 01 June 2013

We are all but flowers blowing in the wind. A good write Aftab.

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Valsa George 30 May 2013

A note of melancholy hovers over like mist and you speak through the language of pain! So the poem leaves a tugging effect! !

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Yasmin Khan 30 May 2013

Pains and cries unexpressed and feelings not communicated are the subject of you poem. You are raising their voice. a good empathetic composition.

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Wahab Abdul 29 May 2013

excellent write. enjoyed it fully and i am totally with Fara while assessing the poem....10

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R.j. Wynn 29 May 2013

I hear you tiny shoot! How can you not be loved?

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Farah Ilyas 29 May 2013

All think, from flower, me a shoot..this verse shows your uniqueness, Though I know path is thorny Yet I bleed from heart through my foot It sounds unpleasant and irony....elaborate that you are enough brave to raise your voice for truth even in the hard tribulation & trials.. What language does have the pain? ....shows that you are sobbing & crying inside.. When all the eyes had a hope of surprise Then I myself became the eyes and raise... amazing lines to motivate us that still hope is there, so keep hoping & don't let grief to spoil you....excellent.

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Vishal Sharma 29 May 2013

nice poem do read mine too

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Gajanan Mishra 29 May 2013

nothing to grief so long as hope is there, good write, thanks. Please read my new poems and comment and vote.

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