Romance

by Sean Allen   Apr 23, 2004


There lies the beginning
In some strange and melancholy way.
We have become a wasteland,
Other considerations, they are artificial.
We were still crammed full;
Vague ideas which gave to life
An ideal and almost romantic character.
What if he were to open his mouth
And cry out? But he only weeps.
The front thunders, and I breathe.

One small note:
This poem was written in my English class, and in reality was co-written by Tyler Wilson and Evan Hembacher. This is a Found poem, and all the words were pasted together from the novel All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Melissa S. Masucci

    It's very confusing what it's actually saying, to be quite honest.

  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Hm..very creative and unique. I actually enjoyed it. And thought it made sense. Good job. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    Hmm, I was about to comment on the language of this poem. Then read you wrote it in English class, that is a definite connection. I haven't read that novel, it sounds interesting. Another well done poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    Wow.. very nice, i really enjoyed reading that.. it was refreshing in a strange kind of way.. good flow, nice descriptive words, great language, and just really great! nice work! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Katlynn

    I really enjoyed this poem alot. I mean didn't really much understood it with all big words and stuff because some i have no idea what they mean but i'm stupid also, that just works out i guess. but anyway i really enjoyed this one alot i tired my best to understand it anyway. But amazing job. keep it up. keep on writing. love always and forever.

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