Comments : Flint and Flame

  • 5 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Nice flow..and nice piece. Keep always writing:))

  • 5 years ago

    by Marvellous

    When dialogue fails, here comes the war. Anger roused with pride, pleads for war. Anger saved now, heals the war then. Forgiveness, is born for Anger. Out of mercy, forgiveness comes. Understanding makes for rapport. Where blames aren't taken, rapport falls. Unity calls for agreement. Against all odds, victory abounds. Things go wrong, to turn good at last. Be strong, for a good turn awaits.

  • 5 years ago

    by Alanis

    Like the flow and the metaphors u used

  • 5 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Love the metaphors... so sorry you have to deal with the pain of your parents fighting constantly. i really like the title. 5/5

  • 5 years ago

    by Hallucinostic

    This poem, I feel you made this one in a matter of a few minutes. Words seem to flow freely, like you wrote this without thought, just let your heart and hands do the work. I like poems that are written that way, the reader can somehow feel it, well, I certainly did. Its unfortunate that its a sad one, hoping youll come up with a more cheerful one, I would love to see that. :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Lemon Squeezy

    I read this poem and reminded a bit of how my parents were when i was a child. It really kinda hit home with me. I like a piece that makes a reader feel that they it is written with them in mind great work!

  • 4 years ago

    by Gabriel

    Now this one has a great feeling of anger in it, at least for me. It reminds me a little of my grandpa and grandma though I don't see both of them to blame, more one than the other. 5/5

  • 4 years ago

    by Gabriel

    Now this one has a great feeling of anger in it, at least for me. It reminds me a little of my grandpa and grandma though I don't see both of them to blame, more one than the other. 5/5

  • 3 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Wow deep I know how you feel. 5/5 :-)

  • 2 years ago

    by Maher

    My favourite part was the first stanza. It almost sounded like the beginning of a nursery rhyme that starts with a glow. As I read on, I realised that I was wrong about that glow. It suddenly came to sound like the opening phrase of a curse, with the fire burning ominously in the background. I know it sounds sinister, but I guess reading this with the light off added to the atmosphere for me.

    I also love how you begin with a flame, or the catalyst of it, and end with something that completely outnumbers it by magnitudes of cold. Well thought out. Had I have read this in Winter, I may have frozen. Good stuff :)

    • 2 years ago

      by Biancas Veil

      Thank you for your feedback, this is my favorite out of the poems I have done. It was written from feeling and emotion not forced.