Hey guys,
Just wondering if you could evaluate my poem and tell me what you think about it and suggestion on ways to improve it.
It's not for an assignment or competition. It's just a way to express my thoughts.
Thanks. =]
"My life" By Aaron Fordham
I drive along the dusty road,
with arrows pointing to north.
Still, there is no destination.
No cars pass
and nobody waves,
ever since I left.
As I look around,
the rain drizzles from the taps above,
and the mist rises that covers a feet above the ground.
It starts to rain heavier from
every turn of the wheel.
I go around the last bend
and I look ahead,
only to notice a folk in the road.
Two people emerge,
and clash their swords against their wooden shields.
Their backgrounds contrast each other,
one in darkness, the other, in a bright light.
Yet, they don't pass the point of inflexion.
As a girl in the distance stands in the middle watching
surrounded by white clouds
I pull over trying to get my bearings,
where a knock on the window caught my attention
"Get out! Get out!" He exclaimed,
I then realised I wasn't on a road,
I was driving through a piece of my mind.
Just wondering if you could evaluate my poem and tell me what you think about it and suggestion on ways to improve it.
It's not for an assignment or competition. It's just a way to express my thoughts.
Thanks. =]
"My life" By Aaron Fordham
I drive along the dusty road,
with arrows pointing to north.
Still, there is no destination.
No cars pass
and nobody waves,
ever since I left.
As I look around,
the rain drizzles from the taps above,
and the mist rises that covers a feet above the ground.
It starts to rain heavier from
every turn of the wheel.
I go around the last bend
and I look ahead,
only to notice a folk in the road.
Two people emerge,
and clash their swords against their wooden shields.
Their backgrounds contrast each other,
one in darkness, the other, in a bright light.
Yet, they don't pass the point of inflexion.
As a girl in the distance stands in the middle watching
surrounded by white clouds
I pull over trying to get my bearings,
where a knock on the window caught my attention
"Get out! Get out!" He exclaimed,
I then realised I wasn't on a road,
I was driving through a piece of my mind.