The stream of me. [Iteration II] | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

void stratus Oct 3, 2025, 6:47 AM

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The stream of me

I was thinking ‘bout her when I felt something.
Rivers were flowing and the stream increased.
The origin of the rivers melted and was fiery.

The rivers started as a unit,
But scattered as they went.
They bloomed a lot of tulips;
It became lively from their scent.

The stream though, wasn't aimless.
It concentrated at a place.
It collected to let it be witnessed;
The redness on a face.

As a result of her admiration,
The origin, the glacier had melted.
The coldness experienced inflammation.
Then, my face got tilted.

The mirror said, “That view was yours.”
The stream rose even more.
The redness grew even more.

proud peak Oct 3, 2025, 6:48 AM

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Eh

hidden wind Oct 3, 2025, 6:51 AM

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proud peak Eh

I’d cry to have that as a feedback..

void stratus Oct 3, 2025, 6:51 AM

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@sage brook

hidden wind Oct 3, 2025, 6:52 AM

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sorry- but lemme give u an actual feedback

sage brook Oct 3, 2025, 6:53 AM

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void stratus The stream of me I was thinking ‘bout her when I felt something. Rivers were fl...

I like how you portrayed your feelings as rivers. The ending was strong too but some lines could be smoother though. that being said, I really like the poem

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great work. keep it up mate

hidden wind Oct 3, 2025, 6:55 AM

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This poem skillfully uses metaphor and natural imagery to convey a wide range of emotions. Feelings of passion, admiration, and emotional intensity are effectively symbolized by the redness on the face and the flow from rivers and streams to the melting glacier. :) I really like the poem! keep it up dude!

#The stream of me. [Iteration II]