Comments : Death is a Woman at the Height

  • 4 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Funny, I was listening to this piano song when I was reading your poem, it might not suit it entirely but I thought about sharing

  • 4 years ago

    by Jordan

    Turning darkness into light is something that takes skill and you nailed it.

    It reminds me somewhat of the song 'Master's Apprentices' by Opeth. I don't think you'd like the song, but the lyrics do something similar to what you've done here (although they're a bit more dark).

  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The title draws attention and the writing behind it holds so much pain and the result of what fame can do to one. It can take them in either direction depending on how life is for that least that is the message I got here. Well written and congrats on the win.

  • 4 years ago

    by Sincuna

    This is haunting. And the last stanza literally gave me a suspenseful experience only found in Paul Thomas Anderson films. Wow:

    I read it with rhyme and rhythm though which is still your doing:

    this is the one single moment
    where from here
    until forever there is only a slow
    and honeyed decay, (jesus)
    a pulse slowly stopping,
    a soft retreating
    wave pulling
    grit into its heart,
    from here
    only dying
    and dying

  • 4 years ago

    by Britt

    Judging comments:

    This poem reminded me of the newer Snow White movie, with Charlize Theron (don't kill me haha). This poem is absolutely intriguing and amazing. I keep trying to write a comment and everything fails me, because I just liked to read it over and over.

    "until forever there is only a slow
    and honeyed decay, "

    Beautiful. Well done, and I hope to see this a winner. Sorry for my lame comment, I just can't form words!

  • 4 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    Judging comment:

    This is an amazing poem, I really love the way you have pictured death, which is something that is normally seen as ugly. Here it is portrayed as a fascinating black knight in the night of the soul, the invisible blade that has been living since the dawn of times, an ocean of non-existent blackness that swallows every single breathing spark of life. I adore the imagery Sibs uses here it's got such beauty to it which contrasts with the subject matter in a beautiful way.

  • 3 years ago

    by Jordan

    You're always the best poet you can be.

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    An interesting poem with a unique idea that you have executed really well with some great imagery.

    Well done; I enjoyed this immensely.


  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    There are traces of ingenuity in this piece.
    Conceptually though I do not understand when the death is a woman( so inspired) why 'IT' ( the death) visits her in the next stanza if she was 'IT' already in the beginning.

    This poem is old. Please write more. love to read them.