Amazing:) I love it a 5/5 from me:)

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Noura lol ... jenni i thought this was a really good piece 5/5 for sure

Very beautiful Jenni..a wonderful poem :)
Lostlove

The way your poetry was described is just as flawless as the detailed vivid descriptions and your melodious tone which enticed me :)

Amazing job with the end and linking each thought to the other. !! I love it.

In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself
and thirsty for new...

^I guess we are all thirsty for new things, I liked this opening, because it made me want to read on.

yet I can't help but lay here,
wanting to generously fill it
with wishes, desires and
dreams.. unspoken,
still in their maturation.

^This stanza to me I thought spoke alot, saying that you want to feel your life with so many things and grow as a person at the same time.

Maybe it's just
another shooting star -
a fascinating thought,
but not tangible.
Fear to pollute the sky
doesn't vanish.

^We should all dream and not worry about that we may come true, it is very tangible to believe and wish for things, hope keeps us strong

Some stars shine brighter
than ever, others simply
lost their brilliance,

^Some times dreams fade but we should still grasp oppurtunities and keep moving.

but all a part of the whole,
maybe edgy, nevertheless
beautiful though constellations
are my favorites.

^This I think rocked the flow, I wasn't keen on the wording, something seemed out of place :/

It's time to sate the sky
and to dry its thirst so
I'll liquefy my thoughts.

^This sounds like giving up on dreams and wishes which you should never do.

My poetry book is like
the night sky, some blank
pages, but rich with small
treasures.

^LOVED IT: Yes, your poems are your life and life can be empty in places and pieces can be missing but is your life and full of greatness

Love this so much Jenni,
What a brillaint piece

Love
Tara
xxxx

A great flow and amazing images. But the emotion is overflowing making it a wonderful piece

Connie

"My poetry book is like
the night sky, some blank
pages, but rich with small
treasures. "

Jenni I am sure many writers will relate to the ending of your poem. The poem as a whole is really good but for me it was the ending that stood out the most. Simply beautiful

5/5

I agree

"My poetry book is like
the night sky, some blank
pages, but rich with small
treasures. "

the best one, lovely poem :)

I think, the interpretation of this for me is somewhat different than the other readers. So here are my thoughts on this very unique verse, filled with metaphorical syntax:

My poetry book is like
the night sky, some blank
pages, but rich with small
treasures

This last stanza is very original, and probably summarizes in a nutshell the poem itself. i.e many unwritten, half-composed, but also some "treasures = wonderful poems."

In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself
and thirsty for new...

yet I can't help but lay here,
wanting to generously fill it
with wishes, desires and
dreams.. unspoken,
still in their maturation.

The above 2 opening stanza's probably answer metaphorically what is in the poet's thoughts. Sky (=my unfilled poetry book pages) ...thirsty for new, but wanting to fill in the sky = blank pages, with ..... more poems filled with unspoken desires, dreams...still in their maturation=unfinished works.

Maybe it's just
another shooting star -
a fascinating thought,
but not tangible.
Fear to pollute the sky
doesn't vanish.

The fear expressed here in the poets thoughts depicted as a shooting star = bright ideas/thoughts strike, is the inner conflict/fear to use these fleeting ideas/thoughts, as they may "pollute" (=worsen) the "sky" (= rest of the composition).

Some stars shine brighter
than ever, others simply
lost their brilliance,

but all a part of the whole,
maybe somewhat edgy,
nevertheless beautiful
though constellations
are my favorites.

Here I think one is interestingly alluding to the fact that some stars=thoughts/poetic words are brighter than others, and likewise the constellations(groups of stars)=phrases/stanzas are definitely better.

Its time to sate the sky
and to dry its thirst so
I'll liquefy my thoughts.

And this is what happens when Jenni finally gets around to publish her unfinished work in its final finesse form....out comes perfection....right Jenni!

The ending of your poem... fit perfectly with the metaphors and comparisons to the stars. It all seemed to really pull it together with all the playful stanzas that I thought rolled off the tongue beautifully.

5/5

-Heather