A piece of the wall

by Brianna   Mar 31, 2005


My palm touches the smooth and chilled stone
It holds colors of illegal fire that make my eyes brighten to reality
I can feel the heat of all the befouled hands before me
I can sense the anguish and the hurt
The power of men was the walls creator
While that same power was its destroyer.

This poem is about the Berlin wall. Just to make it a little more clear. Please make comments. Thank you

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  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I really liked it. you used thorough detail and wonderfully stated symbols whose meaning define the main subject and provide a poetic skill and art to the piece. I really, really admired the line,
    "It holds colors of illegal fire"
    Beautifully stated.

    However, one thing I didn't like was that some of the statements were too blunt,
    "The power of men was the walls creator
    While that same power was its destroyer."
    I thought that was much too bluntly stated and could be revised in a more poetic way.

    Overall though i liked it, good job.

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