by L
Holy, I wish to leave a better comment but wow I'm in awe at the moment. |
It sometimes feels like it's just out of reach, that the fires of hell consume. But you penned it perfect we never stop trying to reach that oasis of refreshing relief |
by Chelsey
Since this is a love poem, Im guessing that this is about a person that can quench that thirst. I find the most beautiful kind of love is the one where the couple souly rely on one another to help make it through "firey" times. |
by Karla
Stellar my friend.Exalt! |
by Decayed
Mattias, I really like the flames in every line. :) |
by Ole Carsten
Love you poem, yes you are right something is burning in side all |
by Maple Tree
Beautiful piece!!! |
Appericiated ! |
by Kiko
I really enjoyed this poem, right up until the third stanza, where it became "heavy" and overly wordy. I also don't understand why you are capitalizing words like "Spring" and "Heart" and "Mind". You also have to decide whether you want to punctuate this or not. You can't punctuate only half of it. Since it is such a short poem, I would let the line breaks show the pauses and not use commas. |
I've taken your suggestion on the commas, so thanks for that. I'm just too used to writing essays and research papers so I've grown a bit too accustomed to writing with commas. |
by Dark Shadows
It's a story repeated many times over in this world. people wait for their perfect match (love)only to discover that person's never coming. Or it got snatched up by someone else years ago. |
This piece makes me think of the state of our world in this time, and the peace and quietness that can still be found. The watery spring? It is not a place of peace, but a source for peace it seems. Well done. Brings to mind some thought processes the Bible envokes. |
This piece makes me think of the state of our world in this time, and the peace and quietness that can still be found. The watery spring? It is not a place of peace, but a source for peace it seems. Well done. Brings to mind some thought processes the Bible envokes. |