Questionable Questions.

by Teria   Jan 16, 2009


Will you tell me of your life
and every single movement?
Could you speak of things unnoticed,
like the very breathe you take?

Should not you remember the days,
of which you longed for love?
Can't you recall what she looked like.
Brown hair or blonde?
Blue eyes or green?

Since when did you forget
that I'm the woman of your dreams?
Can't you tell I smell like her?
Did the details contain memories?

Love, will you tell me of your heart
and all the things you've failed at?
Would you speak to me in fondness,
or push away my words? My actions?
What about my questions?

Oh, can't you find out for me,
if the love we share is true?
Or do I seem a bit controlling?
Am I far too much for you?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Spirit

    This Poem was one of my favorites in the contest. You did just what I wanted someone to do. You left the reader with an uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomache. It was the whole point of the challange.

    GREAT JOB!!

  • 15 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    I love this. Honestly. From the beginning to the end, it seems simply flawless to me.

    First off, the emotions that you expressed touched me.
    I wanted to write for the "questions" challenge too, but I thought that the poem filled with questions can't have good flow. This one has perfect flow and rhythm. Every stanza holds heartfelt atmosphere, and the fact that all the questions in the poem are left without the answers makes it especially effective.
    I like the wording, too.
    All in all, I like beauty and the hint of sadness
    entwined throughout the poem.

    I'd highlight favorite stanza/lines but I truly like them all.

    Superbly done.

  • 15 years ago

    by Adelle

    I was first caught by the title of this poem although on reading it wasn’t what I had expected this however wasn’t a bad thing. They idea was good but the poem just didn’t flow, I feel like this must have been written from the heart at a time when it felt very muddled this is mirrored in the poem it just all seemed a bit confused.