I've seen a lot of people ask for a critique of their poems on Yahoo! answers, so here is mine. Please be honest.
Woe my weary, shackled eyes cannot rest
On anything but this villainous page.
Knowing the realm of sweet dreams would be best,
Homework, intangible bars of my cage,
My concentration, at best, is choppy.
Discombobulated mind on my bed.
My penmanship has become quite sloppy,
Sad, sullen lines on which I rest my head.
Homework strikes like a vampire in the night
The frustration that sucks life from my soul.
Pleading for the chance to turn off the light.
A moment’s sleep the unreachable goal.
Oh, patient pillow please wait for me there
I will escape my prison if I dare.
2006-07-11
12:02:05
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