Comments by eightlines - Honouree

eightlines

Writer of lines, collecting lines to connect minds

over 8 years ago

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Ahh, Not a critic, you got me wrong there bro. i simply analysed the poem, i don't know how to critic, I'm just a poet myself. Apropos: i d

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over 8 years ago

Good lines, very good... Verse1, I see a person who derives joy in her responsibilities to someone and not sadness due to usage of words

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over 8 years ago

Hmmm, nice poetry... I observe a rise and fall in intonation and then a sudden rise again on the last line. At first it was a steady rise

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over 8 years ago

i saw the point this poetry was trying to make through the first few lines, on the coronary of a flower. it is mostly the center of attracti

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over 8 years ago

I see wonder through the rise and fall of the ambitious, the rise- the true braveness, the fall an unexpected demise i felt every bit of

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over 8 years ago

Filling out sheets of corrupted pine leaf special brown crusted paper again waiting longing, lonely choking on air from passing trains A

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over 8 years ago

running through a daze i met the earths greatest love and despondent mistake and in my race the world passed me by knowing i'll otherw

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over 8 years ago

Thanks a lot bruw, I'll definitely take to your advice, But what group is discord if i may ask?

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over 8 years ago

Thanks, Doris Adioha I get that you dont know much about poetry. But if you had read my introductory post, you would know then that poetry

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over 8 years ago

Yea i had hoped so. Thanks for keeping that in touch. Here's my first post to that effect.

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over 8 years ago

Thanks a lot. Here's the link

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over 8 years ago

You're highly welcome

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over 8 years ago

thanks. Glad you felt it.

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over 8 years ago

For when love is long gone and enterprise steals the candle with its stand and families hold us in reins and the heart is sold to vain we c

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