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My unreal world smiles no more.

tears are wothless dancing like whore.

Angel falls from the point of no return.

Tyrants blame their pride for undone.

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Some strong imagery in this compact lyric. The first and third lines move me:

My unreal world smiles no more ....

 

Angel falls from the point of no return ....

This poem makes a high-caliber impact. Welcome, Bloodyday!

 

Tony

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goldenlangur

Hi Bloodyday,

 

Nice to meet a neighbour! This succinct poem is quite complex in the way it begins with a personal note and ends with a more general "tyrants" in the final line. The scenario you create is one of hopelessness, godlessness and loss.

 

This makes for a sombre reading,

 

goldenlangur

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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Hi

What's up?

 

goldenlangur says...

 

Nice to meet a neighbour!

 

 

Is it? Where d u live, buddy?icon_biggrin.png

 

 
goldenlangur says...

 

This succinct poem is quite complex in the way it begins with a personal note and ends with a more general "tyrants" in the final line.

 

As u said u are the neighbor, then you should know the socio-political economy of the whole South Asia region which is enough to create a psychological complexity in every living soul. For this reason, at first the verses start form personal frustration and it ends in border sense of politics though the line may short to brief the whole sense (perhaps this is my limitation, I admit!).icon_pale.gif

 

Thanks again for your precious comment and hope to see you soon!

 

Bye and Take care!

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Aleksandra

Bloodydaythis poem has interesting imageries and expressions.

Angel falls from the point of no return.

Tyrants blame their pride for undone.

 

Sounds wonderful even have sensitive and hurtful sense. The politics everywhere hurts and destroy. But we can't do anything.

 

Keep writing and I hope as all of us, that keeps us alive

 

Thank you for sharing and welcome again .

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Hi Aleksandra!

 

Yeah...this political chaos...we have nothing to do!

 

perhaps the history shows when chaos comes under the sun, tyrants must abandon. The youths were so spontaneous that democracy comes to kiss us. For this reason the beauty of the world will reign froever, so for our right we must be sober !

 

Thanks again!

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Nice bloodyday. Welcome! I like the transition of your poem like Gl pointed out.

 

Enjoyed!

 

I will jump to our other poem and read more...

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