Comments : Fire and Frost

  • 11 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    "As i crumble to the floor,
    black stains smear my cheeks,
    praying for no more."

    Good start. Yet, you should capitalize the I in the first line.

    Lava boiling through my veins,
    tempers flaring,
    my heart bursts through my chest.

    I like this imagery and like the way you used "lava" in the correspond to the next line "tempers flaring"--it is like that the persona ca'n't candle the wrath or hatred.

    Flaming fire,
    beating rapidly,
    you squeeze it,
    shatter it like glass.

    Good choice of words and the imagery you put in this part. Well-penned.

    Lifeless,
    frost has overcome,
    bitter and numb.

    The ending is cleverly done. Great work:)
    5/5-C

  • 11 years ago

    by Alanis

    As i crumble to the floor,
    black stains smear my cheeks,
    praying for no more.

    These first lines captivate the reader urging then to read further love the depth of this poem and the useage of words 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Alanis

    As i crumble to the floor,
    black stains smear my cheeks,
    praying for no more.

    These first lines captivate the reader urging then to read further love the depth of this poem and the useage of words 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    Fire and frost really excellent poem :) 5/5

  • Described your pain and anger masterfully. Great choice of words, good imagery and I like at the ending how you've describe (though briefly) the end of your rage... How you just feel numb as though perhaps your words have not sunk in, you regret what you have said or done or simply because you really hate hurting (or being hurt by) the person you love.
    Splendid! 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Purple Rose

    This is an excellent piece, I don't know why people haven't been drawn to it...

    I like all of the imagery you have here Hannah. It is beautiful, yet sad at the same time.

    "Heavy pressure weighing down,
    my cement is cracking,
    bulldozing to my fears."

    ^This has to be my favorite part. Your cement is cracking...the cement around your heart? Not saying that your heart is cement, but like you have something to protect it? Or is it the facade that you apparently used beforehand?

    Interesting poem. There is a lot of imagery, emotion, and different meanings, at least to me.

    Excellent
    5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by DeviousCharmer

    Awesome