Please critique this poem? - girl torture game
Please do not hate, this poem means a lot to me.
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After yesterday, it was a lost child
That the threat was a very gentle soul.
His name was Dunsany, dysfunctional and poor
She pleaded with his superiors, but never asked
Dolls blood and wounds, eye and amethyst
Dunsany cry only when hidden by the fog
Alone and frightened, hiding in the living words hurt
He drew blood, cruel, like knives stabbing
Running barefoot through a nightmare, and the next
Dunsany asked why she decided to get angry
Escape from a harsh world, where all the blame,
A lonely child learns our game of torture
Crying in a field of silver and gold
Memory of a tragedy that remains untold
Monday, January 25, 2010
Girl Torture Game Please Critique This Poem?
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It was great.
ReplyDeleteThe first feeling I appreciate it.
It is a story that we might call the art of writing and then the rest of the story with photos ... I do not know why a picture book, but I do. This would be a pleasure, but not for a child, I think.
ReplyDeleteGood choice of words, but where the chorus is to explain why. Not necessarily, just that I prefer to end with a good story.t
This piece is very emotional .... very descriptive words that you create the impressive performances at ... a good job in general ... a little sad.
ReplyDeleteWOW! Me gusta mucho. The true meaning comes to me. The poem is very sad. I love how he describes the torture.
ReplyDeleteI see that the three poems to read or lonely about the suicide girls
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But the writings of the Uruguay Round are large
I really love them