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Jul 06, 2011
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Hell
There reside many that live
In cold, dark, and dampness
Beneath the earth
Thus the eerie crawlers of the land
There’s a final domicile
Of countless departed
Asleep in amity
Thus the precious ones pending life
Hell is not to fear
A shared grave of folks
Where all are laid
Before the resurrection
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Geezer
14 years ago
Not my...
idea of Hell, but what do I know? I think I got the gist of the poem, but you don't make it clear, I think maybe that you have confused Limbo and Hell, although not knowing which way you are going, could be Hell. ~ Gee
Barbara Writes
14 years ago
thanks Gee
i appreciate your comment and do under the confusion. I didn't want my idea of hell to be obvious in this poem.
but i did wanted to see how the reader would interpret it. therefore i see your interpretation is that of Limbo.
it not a right or wrong view just a view.
Barbara Writes
14 years ago
Chrys
thanks i appreciate you bringing this to my attention. i have edited it and hope it sound much better
loved
14 years ago
i always thought ...Hell was above sea level
and heaven below
your poem depicts it otherwise
why is it so????
Barbara Writes
14 years ago
hi
i have heard hell describe in different ways, but never that way
loved
14 years ago
thanks do read my latest poem
three ceees and 21 jun thanks
weirdelf
14 years ago
Dark and ambiguous, worse, contradictory.
You don't give reasons and the final stanza is a cop-out, based on religion.
I would like to here you talk of self-made hells in the real world without religious contations, which detract from it's real, human existential power.
Barbara Writes
14 years ago
thanks Jess
your comment is always welcome.give me a idea of your self made hell. then i will write one relating to me