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Fear Of Heights
PostPosted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:03 am
by Zarn Ishtare
Here's the real poem I didn't post in my last topic. enjoy.
"Fear Of Heights"
Oh we are planning, at such great heights,
And we are scheming, and pushing, with all of our might
moving words and placing thoughts
Memory shifts and Desire Lost,
Don't forget what the bad men say
"it hurts awhile and then it goes away"
Don't forget what the needles say
"I'll hurt but then I'll make it go away."
Black thoughts they consume you
and the mocker still remains
He laughs at your tears
his trade enhanced by your every fear
And oh, we are dying at such great heights
living slowly for the rest of our life
"EXIST!" Scream it to the sky
You who love, if only
it is a love to die
Yes, we are screaming
Our bodies clothed in black
But why don't you cheer up
'stead of mourning the "Souls" you lack?
PostPosted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:38 am
by Zarn Ishtare
The fact that I have to bump a thread such as this one assures me that no-one is reading such trite, compact feelings of universal loathing, and being as such, restores my faith in humanity.
Sadly, this does not put Zarn's bread on the table. You could argue that seeing as I am a student, et al, I never work, therefore, I do not actually buy bread for any kitchen service, specifically the table, but then I would call you a kneebiter, throw a shoe at you, and run away.
Just a thought.
PostPosted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:05 pm
by mssthang_1
i like your poem...wouldn't know how to critique it because i sometimes don't understand poems but yours sounds good to me
PostPosted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 5:30 pm
by Kaori
Zarn Ishtare wrote:The fact that I have to bump a thread such as this one assures me that no-one is reading such trite, compact feelings of universal loathing, and being as such, restores my faith in humanity.
The thoughts themselves aren't trite, but the rhyme scheme of the poem might be what is making it sound that way to you. The second stanza is the most obvious example, with each of the four lines having the same end rhyme, but some of the other rhyme schemes, like the aabb pattern in the first stanza, also have a somewhat trite and singsong-ish feel by nature.
Giving the poem a uniform meter and rhyme instead of varying it from stanza to stanza would give the poem a more unified, deliberate feel. An abab rhyme scheme is no more difficult than aabb, but it has a less singsong feel than the aabb scheme because couplets, unless handled extremely well, naturally tend to sound trite.
Also, I must admit that I am a little puzzled by the final stanza; it seems to have a different tone than the rest of the poem.
In general, I think that there is nothing wrong with the thoughts that you express in this poem. It is a fine start, and a more formal organization would make it sound more sophisticated, if that is the effect you want.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 1:39 pm
by Anna Mae
I like how your title fits with the rest of the poem. In the second stanza is the second line supposed to be what the bad men say? The first line of the third stanza is in need of some punctuation.
What is the message you are trying to get across with this poem?
PostPosted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 8:50 pm
by Zarn Ishtare
Hm.
No clue.
what so ever.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:12 am
by Zarn Ishtare
But on a more serious note, my poems, such as they are, are expressions of emotions, images that cling to my mind long after the forced that invoked them has left...So not often do I have a really declarable message. So often my work can be defined as railing against humanity as a whole, and others are merely things that sounded right together, or images that expressed themselves in my mind. Of the four I've recently put up as serious work, Only Faces and Deeper Down can be described as having a message or purpose: For Faces, it was expanding on a phone call I had with a friend about the masks people wear. For Deeper Down, it was a miserable exploration of how no answer, now word I could find seemed good enough, sounded right enough....combined with fear and self loathing, as well as a dash of panic.
Sorry if this takes away the little mystique my poetry still contains, but you did ask, you know.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 6:05 pm
by Anna Mae
I don't mind at all. I appreciate the explanation.