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Anonymous Posted 10 years ago
feedback on my poem
Nyctophilia
Stars shine bright above.
If only I could live this way always, I’d love
Nothing more than to live life like a wise old owl.
Wide eyes piercing through the dark of night, deciphering shadows.
To live by the moon
And to rest by the sun, hopefully it’ll be soon.
To be fully nocturnal would be a sweet dream,
Yet alas the necessity of daily life calls to me.
Work and school require
My time during the sunlight hours; though I desire
Nothing more than to snooze when the fireball is high
In the sky. I’ll endure till the day I can be nocturnal.
Stars shine bright above.
If only I could live this way always, I’d love
Nothing more than to live life like a wise old owl.
Wide eyes piercing through the dark of night, deciphering shadows.
To live by the moon
And to rest by the sun, hopefully it’ll be soon.
To be fully nocturnal would be a sweet dream,
Yet alas the necessity of daily life calls to me.
Work and school require
My time during the sunlight hours; though I desire
Nothing more than to snooze when the fireball is high
In the sky. I’ll endure till the day I can be nocturnal.
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Anonymous feedback on my poem Rhyming the last words of occasional lines does not make a poem. Your poem stutters along arrhythmically, which clashes violently with its theme.
- Anonymous feedback on my poem Rhyming the last words of occasional lines does not make a poem.
- Your poem stutters along arrhythmically, which clashes violently with its theme.
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Anonymousfeedback on my poemRhyming the last words of occasional lines does not make a poem. Your poem stutters along arrhythmically, which clashes violently with its theme.
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