Her grip was firm, her muscles taut,
As she held onto the chain.
I tried to look the other way,
As I stood in the lane.
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O that sweet innocense of childhood.Another ten-it's really hard to pick between the two poems.
Hi Wolfe! This poem is delightfully captivating! Wish i could give it a - 'higher rating'! ! Best regards! ! * 10plus*! Friend Thad
When they are lost in dreams of love, Don't you dare even think of removing this beautiful work- truly a deja vu for all the boys aroha, r
Picture perfect image in my mind of what you described here in the poetry piece. I could see everything as though I was seeing it through your eyes. Lovely read.
As the people below my comment said, this poem has great descriptions and imagery. But honestly i'm a tad confused, when you say lay the rose across her folded arms, do you mean she has passed away? Also do you mean that the girl didn't mind to have her beauty adored when you say she didn't mind? Rather then those questions you have a pretty good poem. Kat, =)
very well written..as usual...very impressive indeed! ! ...10+...
The sequencetial description is soo amazing that I became highly impressed! Howcome I give 10? !
should i be ashamed to say this is my favorite of your poems? no, i say it without shame, nice work greenwolfe
IMO of course, I think it needs editing and work, a dash of some vibrant and original metaphors to knock it a notch above Noman Rockwell imagery -not that there's anything wrong with Norman or his work. But because it's less polished at this point than the other in the game- I'd vote this good bye for now.
Another great poem. I particularly enjoyed: She sang a gentle song of joy, As girls will sometimes do; When they are lost in dreams of love, Of boys they never knew.
Very good poem from a writer who knows what he is doing! Keep writing and thank you.
this is truly amazing. what terrific imagery, oh how fun.