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Bodies of Water

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One more droplet
falling into the blue sea-
a reminder
that it’s not all about me.

Rising,
falling,
slipping
away-

I’m a body of water
at the end of the day.

These tears of blood
tainting my tired brown eyes
are drowning out
all my failures to rise.

Crashing,
fading,
slipping
away-

I’m a body of water
at the end of the day.

Another day
in which conflicting currents
swirl into
a whirlpool of torments.

Pushing,
breaking,
slipping
away-

I’m a body of water
at the end of the day.

One for my tears,
one for my fears,
one for the pains
of all my peers.

The taste of salt
rests on my lips,
and a pool forms
where my heart rips.

And at the end of the day
I meet my fate
and these bodies of water
evaporate.

A poem for bleeding and broken hearts.

The second poem in a collection (called "Full Circles"). Check out the first one, if you will: The Show of a LifetimeWatch as I turn on the lights.
Your date of birth
is of no concern.
Your place of birth
could be a cavern.
I wouldn’t care
because what matters
is that you saw
the light that shatters.
Preconception
of your conception
gives way to truth
at the start of youth.
 
Watch as I raise the curtains.
Your parentage
is of no concern.
Your parentage
is not what you earn.
I wouldn’t care
because as we grow
we all must learn
what we need to know.
Preconception
of education
grinds to a halt
where we can find fault.
 
Watch as I shine the spotlight.
Your appearance
is of no concern.
Your appearance
is what you discern.
I wouldn’t care
because searching eyes
gave us excuse
to invent new lies.
Preconception
of common knowledge
breaks apart once
revealed savage.
 
Watch as I recite these lines.
 
Your ideals
are of no concern.
Your ideals
are but what you learn.
I wouldn’t care
because that’s besides
the greater cause
of bridging divides.
Preconception
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And the next one: Sound Without NoiseNot knowing how
we should begin
we stand here now
to try again.
 
Relentless searching
for purest cause
as we’re observing
effects of laws
and never taking
a moment’s pause
to stop designing
new sets of flaws…
 
For noble goals
and simple joys,
the church bell tolls
sound without noise.
 
As salvation passes
over our heads,
our time relapses
to our deathbeds
and social classes
fall into reds
of blood, ink cases,
depression meds…
 
For failed days
and shattered poise,
the night life plays
sound without noise.
 
Where reason fails
to bring us peace,
the infinite wills
the noise to cease
and the ancient hills
of Rome and Greece
bore witness to ills
yet to decease…
 
For as I lend
a quiet voice
we comprehend
sound without noise.
© 2013 - 2024 goldshroom
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Hello! This is a critique for <img class="avatar" src="a.deviantart.net/avatars/w/r/w…" alt=":iconwriters--club:" title="Writers--club" />

I really like the rhyme scheme of this poem. I think it's fairly difficult to pull of a rhyme scheme, especially with a meter that works but you've managed it fairly well here. For the majority of the poem the rhymes feel incredibly natural and the change in meter from line to line doesn't throw the poem off rhythm. The one instance where the rhyme felt slightly constrained, I felt, was "One for my tears,
one for my fears,
one for the pains
of all my peers."

I felt that the use of the word "peers" in this instance seemed a tad forced. The word kind of varies pretty significantly from the type of vocabulary used throughout the rest of the poem.

I also really enjoyed the structure of your poem. I liked that it was consistent. At the same time, I feel like maybe experimenting a little more with the structure may help the poem. For example, I'd say that four-lined stanzas are probably the most compact stanzas that you have. They feel very polished and finished just because there's a certain symmetry to them. However, when you have stanzas like:
"Rising,
falling,
slipping
away-"

I feel like they would benefit from either being broken up into separate stanzas to dramatize the poem or perhaps from more punctuation. As it is, I feel like it feels too complete to have as much of an impact as it could.

I really liked the phrase:
"I’m a body of water
at the end of the day."

I like the image of it and I really like that it's a separate stanza of it's own. It really stanzas out as a strong image. At the same time, some of your imagery was a little bit obvious. For example:
"These tears of blood
tainting my tired brown eyes"

It feels just a little borrowed and something that would surface often enough in literature. It works in the context of the poem but I feel like less frequently used imagery would probably have more of an impact. I mean, water, I think, gives a lot of imagery for a poet to play around with so you should certainly try a little more experimentation anyway.

I loved the ending. It was very strong:
"And at the end of the day
I meet my fate
and these bodies of water
evaporate."

Probably my favourite part of the poem. It's a fantastic image and I love the wording you've used. I love that the last line is simply "evaporate". It kind of seems to depict this journey from the beginning of the poem where there's so much water and then by the end there seems to be no water at all.

All in all a strong poem but I think with a little more experimentation with imagery and structure would create something even stronger! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/>