There is great pride in the song,
millions paid to glorify some manner of grief or strength.
Announcing their mortality in this world of claims.
They reflect to a divine nature of humanity.
Godly strength hath prevailed the unjust.
I, in my attempt to bury you under whiskey bottle kisses,
only reflect myself in the mirror.
There, where there is no pride,
stares a boy to whom such songs are written for and sung to.
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Oh. This is a cool little poem that you have written here. It was short but I thought it was very impactful. Especially the last line with the part about who the songs are written for. It was just striking about the contrast of those who write and those are who are supposed to listen. Or lestways, it struck me that way. You did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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I love the tone and the immagery around the sentiments.......well done..and my thanks for sharing it..
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It's lovely, sad butlovely and a really interesting theme too. I like the contrast between the ride at the beginning and the lack thereof at the end. It kind of reminds me of singing about a glorious death, or an end that should be tragically beautiful but in fact is just tragic and painful when it comes down to experiencing it.
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ohhhhh are you kidding me??? this is a great write!!! keep it up! xx
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Wow, I really like this. I like how it shows how society is so dependent on fame and determines a persons worth based on that. I am not sure if that is what you were trying to express, but that is what I got out of the way you expressed the great sense of pride in the beginning that was lacking at the end of the poem. Great job!
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well done
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I like it. It's penned very well, great use of vocabulary. There is a sense of tradgedy in this;
'There,where there is no pride,
stares a boy to whom such songs are written for and sung to'
Seems like you're conveying an anti-climax at the end, works very well. Oh btw, im not completly sure but i think its 'sang' rather than 'sung'
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