Your sad pieces hit me with the sadness in them. I really dunno what to comment at. I dont want to feel what you're feeling at the moment. You used so many great metaphors. Awesome job Noura.

You're a strong girl, wish you the best.

I feel it's very personal to you, and I think that's what makes it mean a lot to the reader. It's strange how that works, isn't it? Otherwise, simply beautiful emotions and words used here.

Keep writing, and stay strong.

I love you Noura. And I love how you let your emotions pen such heartfelt pieces. The images were so sad, it really hurts to even read the pain in them, but I know you are strong hon...

May he RIP ..

Noura, It breaks my heart to read your poetry because you put every drop of emotion into every piece.

I can only tell you that I love you and pray you keep strong and continue writing...I can feel you.

xxx

Thank you, guys. I appreciate your kind words.
: )

Evry single metaphor touched my hrt wid d pain inside u..
A splinter of woodstuck in my fingertip.

I read this 4 times; it's like I'm addicted to this piece, this beautiful, outrageous piece... the vibes your tone, figurative language, and punctuation are immense.

A tidal wave of sadness and pain.
Such an awesome piece.

So much pain in this, as a poem the imagery is awesome, as a poet you are truly gifted. I look forward to reading more of your poetry and i am adding you to my favourites. Great piece, i know you have suffered a world of pain, i just thank you for having the strength to put it into words to share with us, we are all behind you.

Wow "a metaphor that became
unaware of its gender."

Wow.. Wow

<3

I was not expecting that ending! I thought you were referring to a lover throughout the poem but I love how you ended it! Your metaphors and descriptions here were out of this world! I seem to be using a lot of exclamation points but it's because this poem has me screaming, "wow this is so good!" I could just feel the pain behind your words because you were so honest with your emotions...that is difficult to do because it cuts you open and sets it out for the world to see.

"a melody never composed
and the shape of a dying
pigeon,"
^What a sad scene...These three lines in itself made the poem flawless for me. Well done!