*Blizzard horns, you gnaw on
Your faith like a beguiled bear.
As you settle in, whimsical,
The flute of your despairStill shutter these unlawful rivers
The scent of danger is your reality,
A thrill, killing his own identity.Such eagerness poisoned by these
Hell-flames, the moist hands
That crying out: help! help!These sullen clouds that house your
Wicked facade. Frozen and bitter:
A passionate fellow, teardrops fall on
These hollow and frail roses.You hone bravery among these
Afflicted horns but the world still swallows
It up inevitably.*
#Blizzard horns
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'The scent of danger is your reality,
A thrill, killing his own identity.'
Best lines in any of your poems so far.
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The central idea of the poem is the internal struggle of the speaker as they face adversity and despair, contemplating the fragility of their own identity and the harsh realities of the world around them.The poem seems to be set in a bleak and desolate landscape, with the blizzard horns and sullen clouds creating a sense of foreboding. The speaker's internal struggle and contemplation of their identity are set against this harsh backdrop, highlighting the contrast between inner turmoil and external challenges. The poem explores themes of despair, courage, and the fragility of identity in the face of adversity.
"Aye, just makin' a livin'." smokes cigar
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wow this poem is well written and has a clear sense of imagery and theme
i like the way u use of language like "gnaw on ur faith" and "whimsical" , it creates a sense of tension and uncertainty
and the mention of "shutter these unlawful rivers" and "hollow and frail roses" also kinda add a sense of sadness and despair, while the line "teardrops fall on these hollow and frail roses" reinforces this image
the use of alliteration and assonance, like the phrase "blizzard horns," really adds to the overall rhythm and flow of the poem imo. good one
"*These sullen clouds that house your
Wicked facade. Frozen and bitter:
A passionate fellow, teardrops fall on
These hollow and frail roses.
You hone bravery among these
Afflicted horns but the world still swallows
It up inevitably.*" THESE STANZAS ARE FANTABULOUS HGELP