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by Chelsea   Sep 11, 2008


Fire turns to ice
tears turn to stone
withering flowers blow
I scream at the top of my lungs
muffled cries
nobody understands why
so much abuse
low self-esteem
in a rage
a tornado of pleas
around and around
numb my pain

For those that are reading this if you look at all my poems you can see I am not very good at writing, channeling all the abuse that I have went through into my writing. If you could please comment and tell me what it is that I can do better I would appreciate it.

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  • 17 years ago

    by lisabrighteyes

    I really really like this poem!
    You write well, keep it up!

  • 17 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Fire turns to ice
    and tears to stone;
    Withered flowers
    drift and blow.

    I scream from lungs
    a muffled cry,
    No one cares,
    or asks me why?

    So much abuse
    on my esteem,
    Feel my fury
    of tornado pleas.

    Save me world
    from blinding rain
    Turn life around,
    please numb my pain.

    ^
    I have tried to keep the essense of you work, but this is just an idea. If you would like more help or explanation, PM me.

    Welccome to the club and remember it doesn't really matter how it looks, as long as your writing your feelings down. Each person has their own style, so please read as much as you can and use styles that best suit your own flow.

    Well done

    Michael

  • 17 years ago

    by Stephanie

    This was a good poem...
    don't change how you write...its good....i like it...

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