Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Reaper
don’t touch me
let your sensitivities hover
over the thin skin of our adoration
in fact don’t look at me
let your soul see for the first time
how completely we have intertwined
with that
I ask don’t seek me
I will never leave that small space
Were we found each other made of hunger
finally I beg…don’t love me
let my existence become a foggy dream
in which what we were, we were never
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ian.T
12 years 10 months ago
Val
Firstly, welcome to Neopoet and I hope your walk with us here will be good for you and us as we travel on.
I loved this piece, It sang of a maiden hiding from a fate.
If there are any problems, there are many Poets here that you can call to help with poetry, just have a good time, Yours Ian.T
Esker
12 years 10 months ago
ch ch changes
for your adoration I put in "adulation"
"in fact. adorn me, this look!
let your soul percieve firstly
an entwinement
et all
I ask, Don t seek me
never shall I leave this space
small
where we found each other made of hunger"
I love that line..."where we found each other made of hunger"
fantastic!
Esker
10 years 10 months ago
return...
i read books over and over..find new ones....the facets of the much...
I greatly like the way you write....
the structure pattern of thought association in the way
this is carefully set up is fantasticaly creative...
no stumbling...a flow..a natural...
thank you!
Esker
8 years 9 months ago
moving on
The Hunger
still love this poem
years later...
watching the moon
now that summer is
gone...
winter will arrive
in her duster of crystalline
splendor
the Ice Queen
united with her darkness
just one of my fave poems
U wrote long long ago!
thank U!