I worked really hard on this poem. Hope you like it.
The lady through the window
I see a lady through the window every night.
Who gives me such a fright.
Watches her TV every night takes care of her baby without a fight.
I see her through the window with bags under her eyes that give me chills every night.
I see her crying through the window and I don’t think she has any hope or light.
I hope with all my might that I won’t become such a fright, a lady through the window through the life of night
@Littleangel89864
oh i love it!
@Littleangel89864
An amazing piece angel! The third person narrative is wisely used to convey your fright and dread but at the same time distances you from the melancholy of the woman and her life! Her life which revolves around the child (so it seems) makes it look as if she has been driven to the brick of distress! Vivdly described and well done! <3
From how I saw everyones poetry here I guess mines is a bit different. I tied to mimic that of shakesphere tho I didnt understand his poetry but I created my own unique type of poetry of which I call Pieces. How I describe anger; Anger is like a new fresh battery that lays in the cavity of my stomach. When emotions are interrupted negatively that new fresh battery starts to rise into the middle of my ribs. If I dont take control immediately before it rises any futher then eventually it moves up to my throat where it bursts into a flame of fire and I explode.