Flesh and bone (triolet)

by Kelsea   May 10, 2007


My mother has beaten me in weight,
this nasty thing that has become a game.
She is much tinier as of late,
My mother has beaten me in weight.
It may one day lead to much hate
It is not enough if it is the same.
My mother has beaten me in weight,
This nasty thing that has become a game.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Boy

    That was short but there is repitition. but it was overall good poem take care 4/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Wow you managed to say so much with so little in this poem. As opposed to the last one I really liked the ending of this however it was very sad. I hope that this is just a poem and that you and your mother aren't competing in weight, because thats very unhealthy. Take care and nice write.

  • 17 years ago

    by LithiumSacrifice

    For such a short poem, you have a lot of power and effectivness in it. The repitition worked well and was not over done. Good job. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany C

    Cool poem. Keep up the great work. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Lost & Delirious

    I love how you used repetition in your poem, I think it was well done. The rhyming annoyed me a litte but I'm guessing you did it that way because you were trying to follow certain structure. So, good.

    In my opinion sometimes it's better to just write a poem without rhyming, I've been trying it for a while, and I'm quite happy with that.

    Anyway, keep writing. And let me know when you have a new poem. I will definitely want to read it.

    XoXo
    Gaby