I love the night.
not the moon or stars or love it brings
it is the very darkest of the night that sooths.
Day, and White, the rainbow of color hidden in sight:
a frightening bright flash
the prospect of something revealed
Robed in black, all is concealed,
and the night is me,
and i love it,
yet it hates me
Author notes
I'd love some NEGITIVE feedback.
thanks for dropping in!
This is a poem I wrote very early one morning. slept on, then I edited it for some clairity.
Written February 3rd, 2004
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nice write.. short and sweet, nice use of words, nice structure and very clever use of descriptive words and metaphores, it seems kinda dark and mysterious. I tried to give some negative feedback but it was too good to say anything bad, keep up the good work!!!!!!
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You have taken ddep thoughts and shed light on them, no pun intened. It is a provacative, somewhat sad lament. Lots of suttle emotion. Flawless flow. Very nice reading
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I think that this is a really good poem -- I like how you've really taken the night and looked at in in your own "light" (or lack there of). Its cool how you've given it a whole new perspective. Really good job, and keep on writing! allie
Thanks for helping me out with my story, I really appreciate your
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betemer~
Hey! This was a really good poem... I don't what it is about this poem, but it was really good. I look forward to reading and commenting on some more of your work, and I hope that you also return the favor by reading and commenting on some of my poems as well.
~Babie Gurl~
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GREAT!
THIS IS REALY NICE! You did a wonderfull job on your poetic treasure.
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