A description of a vicious cycle, the concept of children live what they learn. On a biblical level, dounto others as they have done to you. Darkness lurks in the corners of every persons mind from inflicted wounds making them cold, desensitized and it takes on a form of madness that people will label mental health but it is in fact behavioural, self-defence, self-protection of the soul. A sign of madness is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result.
A deep ppsychological poem of inflicted pain and inflicting of pain untill peope learn to do things differently.
This is a sweet peom telling how beneficial spiders are to us, although some of them are down right nasty and I would not like them bitting me. I do leave the daddy long legs alone, although they belong to the scorpian family rather than the spider family.
So many people have these perfect lives on social media but are so disconnected with the world around them, I actually refer to facebook as crap book but use the afrikaans word for crap - sounds better in afrikaans, because so many talk crap about their perfect lives, especially the multitude that I know personally. Obviously I do not use it for personal stuff but to express world views and stuff like that.
You hit the nail on the head that many people are in fact lonely and empty inside so they turn to facebook to create this life that is an illusion.
This brief yet evocative poem encapsulates a delicate emotional landscape through minimal but powerful imagery. From the opening line, “Petals, like white light,” creates an atmosphere of softness and purity. The metaphor not only draws attention to the visual grace of petals but also connects them with something more ethereal—light—suggesting clarity, healing, or even transcendence.
The poem is deeply personal, introspective, and romantic. The phrase “consoling my solitude” immediately introduces a tension between isolation and comfort, implying that even in loneliness, beauty (or the memory of love) offers solace. The transition to “my refuge, in the pale pink / of your lip” shifts the tone from meditative to intimate. This line cleverly blurs emotional and physical refuge, grounding the abstract solitude in the sensual image of a lover’s lips.
Perhaps the most compelling lines come at the end: “My heart’s / chanting in champagne bubbles, / tipsy, tearful, and bewitched.” The sound and rhythm mimic the effervescence of champagne, and the alliteration of “tipsy, tearful, and bewitched” captures a swirl of emotions—joy, vulnerability, and enchantment. It’s a brilliant depiction of love’s intoxication.
Overall, this poem is rich in emotion and imagery, conveying an entire relationship’s emotional arc in just a few lines. It reads like a sigh, like something felt deeply and remembered in fragments. The language is romantic without being overwrought, and its brevity only adds to its elegance. A truly lovely, haunting piece.
Oh wow, not sure what to think about the woman saved and then dying by a speeding car.
Much honesty to the emotion though, not many people would write about being irritated by someone following them around after saving them. Sounds like you gave her a death wish though.
Very poignant in asking, does make a person think about what they want to ask, it is all about asking the right question.
Sometimes though asking, gives you an answer that you do not want to hear or an answer that surprises/shocks you.
"I love you" are just words, pacifiers if you will and masks other emotions you do not want to know.
I love you is an action more than words.
I like the truthfulness of spite and wickedness in you, many people like to pretend that this does not exist in them. The human inventions are what leads to distraction and deception, creating an illusion that some people will rather live in, because it is easier that way.
A description of an anxiety attack, anxiety is crippling to many people.
This poem also describes unresolved emotions that trigger the anxiety and the quick fix is medication.
It describes fear as the main motivator, which leads to the other emotions of self-doubt, shame and guilt. Racing thoughts is the over analytical mind, which gives rise to the fears and emotions, reliving incidents of the past or compound incidents which culminates in the anxiety attack.
Be calm, breathe, move the mind to a pleasant place, acknowledge the thoughts and emotions that arise and let them go.
Oh wow I am not good at reviewing - lack of experience.
I am learning so many different forms of poetry I never knew existed. Unfortunately I did do a search for a list of all the forms of writing poetry but get a generalised list of the main things. Definitely did not come across the Idian Ovi form in my searches.
Maybe I will come across someone who can list all the forms for me to look up and learn. Did find a poetry course online but there was no ovi mentioned in the course.
I did enjoy the read though and am sure I will be learning a lot in the future.
I really do hope that you will overcome what is ailing you.
Very nice descriptive poem of how your postive mind can override pain and still you can give to others despite it all. The power of the mind can heal many things.
Most people are asleep in their loneliness without realising it.
Even though new possibilities may arise, they never open their eyes.
Having money gives you more time to do what you wish but not having someone to share it with, they are still lonely.
Even though people may be in a relationship they are still lonely and feel alone and still they will sleep and go throug life the same and never really open their eyes.
All to true, our youth actually teaches how to live our lives at a laters stage, everything and everyone teaches a lesson that we need to learn and sometimes the lesson is to walk away.
This poem captures a fleeting encounter with a stranger, exploring the nuances of perception, change, and missed connections. The concise narrative unfolds through a series of observations, revealing the speaker's internal conflict as they grapple with the recognition of the stranger's altered appearance. The use of sensory details, such as the mention of makeup and trinkets, adds depth to the encounter, creating a vivid image of the moment.
The poem effectively conveys a sense of introspection and self-awareness, as the speaker reflects on their own transformations and the possibility of going unnoticed by the stranger. The repetition of glances and the cyclical nature of the speaker's thoughts reflect the intensity of the moment, heightened by the anticipation of the traffic light changing.
However, the poem leaves room for improvement in terms of linguistic precision and rhythm. Some sentences could be refined for a smoother flow, and a more consistent use of punctuation might enhance the overall readability. Additionally, exploring the emotional impact of the encounter on a deeper level could add layers to the narrative, allowing readers to connect more intimately with the speaker's experience.
In conclusion, this poem effectively captures a brief, poignant encounter but could benefit from slight revisions to enhance its linguistic and emotional resonance.
The poem takes us on a journey through various feelings, from the pleasant and yearning to the heartbreaking and isolating. It mentions some kind of trouble on "planet Eye," which might symbolize personal or societal issues. The speaker repeatedly asks for understanding and peace while describing struggles and dreams slipping away. The use of phrases like "oh God" and "again" emphasizes a sense of ongoing difficulty and repeated challenges. Overall, the poem vividly portrays the ups and downs of life, mixing personal reflections with a hint of cosmic perspective.
I can totally relate to wanting that one last phone call.
The poem does evoke emotion of that yearning between sleep and wake, like feeling the bed beside you to find an empty space.
Also does tell how much we rely on our phones or at least how distracted we are by it that all the dead in the dream have a phone.
Also eerie about the light or going into the light, that it is a phone screen, digital devices have pretty taken over the living, leaving many people empty shells clinging to their devices instead of embracing the living.
I know the frustation of laundry. Why does it seem that most of the stain remover stuff they sell just does not seem to work, seems more of a money making gimick than anything else.
This is so sad, poor doggie still waiting and guarding.
Underlying though is the psychology, that we all follow things because that is what we were taught, indoctrinated to do. All of society teaches things that are contrary to our nature, the instilled memory of dualistic teachings to keep us line ingrained into us to prevent us from just being, being the way we were created to be.
In days gone by they used to put pennies into fruit cakes, expecially around xmas time.
Interesting that you chose to write a poem for the international day of fruit cakes, I am sure many bakers were posting their favourite recipes and comparind them as well.
I am sre the brandied fruit cakes would make you feel quite spritely.
Interesting poem though.
This text digs into how friendships work nowadays. The author talks about how having a true-blue friend matters more than just having a bunch of buddies, given how people today often make friends just for what they can get out of it.
They get real about the fact that it's hard to find genuine pals these days, and friendships can change. The author shares their own experiences, like dealing with pals growing apart. They also throw in a made-up story about Sarah and Emily to show how people can head in different directions as life goes on.
The text suggests keeping a positive vibe when friendship road bumps hit, whether it's drifting apart or dealing with stuff like social media messing with connections. They're big on saying it's cool to try and keep in touch, even if you can't hang out like you used to. Trust, patience, and staying down-to-earth are big deals in keeping friendships strong, they say.
I really enjoyed the read. It did make me smile. I am so please that there was no smut in the story that seems to be the norm now-a-days.
The story line flowed nicely and was engaging.
A poem of pain and loss, struggle for self acceptance and joy and love. Pain overruling all that can be good.
Many feelings have come and gone in my heart - while we think that feelings have come and gone even over a period of time they linger just below the surface.
I've yearned for these touches - are feelings of loss, some profound, some less so. Being touched can be very healing for the heart and soul but sometimes they are painful reminders.
But it hurs me - unresolved emotions of pain, that we cling to. Pain is the most powerful addiction that exists, if we learn to let go of the pain and step into our own, we can overcome the feelings of loss and experiences the touches that make us feel alive.
If these feelings are real - all feelings are real, how much of them hold truth is up to how honest we are with ourselves and they will be enough, if we learn to accept who we are and not who we are expected to be.
Are they beginning a new chapter in my life? - when you allow yourself to feel with your soul, every moment becomes a new chapter, it is a matter of choice what you allow yourself to feel, joy vs sadness.
When would I let that be my turn? - when you let go of pain, when you accept who you are, accept that what is gone is gone and all you have is the moment - the choice to be who you were always meant to be, without the opinions of the world to weigh you down, when you can find joy in every moment and see the beauty that surrounds you.
A nice reflective poem that contrasts the suns brilliance with moon. The sun is associated with light and happiness where the moon is often associated with the sombre and melancholy.
Sometimes there is beauty in melancholy that is over shadowed by the need for happiness. The melancholy emotions are real and needed for personal growth to find the happiness within.
It is in quiet reflection that these parallels between the sun and moon can be found, between happiness and melancholy making us whole
Very well written, I can feel the emtional contents in the words.
" skillfully captures the emotional journey of a young woman facing unexpected challenges and societal judgment. The vivid imagery of the moon's light, combined with the metaphor of a "teenage heart's heavy, silent fight," conveys a sense of vulnerability and inner conflict. The poem delves into the aftermath of a life-changing event, highlighting how innocence is lost and emotions become estranged in the wake of unforeseen circumstances.
The protagonist's struggle is depicted with a delicate touch, as she walks alone with a heavy secret, burdened by both internal pain and external judgments. The contrast between the dreams of youth and the uncertainties of an altered future paints a poignant picture of the emotional turmoil she experiences. The progression of the poem portrays her gradual resilience and courage, as she navigates an unchosen path with determination.
The poem's message of empathy, compassion, and solidarity resonates strongly. It reminds us to stand by those who face adversity, offering support and understanding. The imagery of carrying life through storms and the theme of hope amidst struggle convey a powerful sense of human resilience. The poem beautifully intertwines emotion, empathy, and hope, leaving readers with a touching and inspirational narrative.
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