Comments : Painting Worlds

  • 6 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    Another beautiful but sad poem. Love the expressions. In particular this stanza:
    Creating
    cities of sherbet, lavender skies
    We never saw them decay
    turn black like tar

    Great write!

  • 6 years ago

    by Nia Warfeld

    Magical :) I throughly enjoyed this! Congrats on the win and keep up the good work!

    -Nia

    Feel to check out my work as well :)

  • 6 years ago

    by Saerelune

    You truly have a creative mind, as your words and images are so common yet you manage to wrap them in an intriguing coat. I am reminded of two lovers in a world far far away when I read this piece of yours. Perhaps an art couple, for you were legends back then. The ending is a sad one, packed with doubt and perhaps a bit of hope. Just like your previous poem, this poem is able to evoke multiple emotions. Congrats on the well-deserved win!

  • 6 years ago

    by Jon914

    A great poem. Poems like these just aren't meant to be deciphered. 5/5

  • 6 years ago

    by PinkyPrincess

    Woow... I love every word in this poem... so beautifully written.. you have created amazing imagery with great choice of words. I could imagine what you wrote and understood the meaning. Well done! And congratulations on the win! :)

  • 6 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    Magic Magic Magic :-) Words bent to your will in this amazing write. Awesome
    Connie

  • 6 years ago

    by Kiko

    This poem is a real treat. It conjures up memories of childhood, when life was fun and colorful... and then it all melts away, like your city of sherbet, once adulthood calls.

    Well done and congrats on the win!

  • 6 years ago

    by Nobody

    Im in love with this poem It is awe-inspiring and truly beautiful.

  • 6 years ago

    by Mel

    Ohh my goodness. Thank you, all of you, for taking the time to read and comment!! xx

  • 5 years ago

    by The Queen

    The first line indicates that the entire poem is about the author digging up their memories and their past. Such a structure (a single opening line and uneven stanzas) and with the right punctuation gives the poem a regimented feel. Arguably, the heart of the poem is neither the first line nor the second, but in my opinion, the first two lines in this poem are already enough to make a great poem. The idea that is presented to the reader in the phrase "giving birth to fantasies and our own religion" is mutually connected with the closing line, "were we not"as it could be seen as a direct answer. Overall, another mesmerizing and powerful poem, keep it up!