If The Jester Cried At Night
Viewing comments for Chapter 8 "As The Dark Clouds Roll In"A collection of favourite poems by mrgrunty.
35 total reviews
Comment from justswf
I liked this piece...The simplicity of the first line of all stanzas tells the story...The other three feed to the imagery. Great flow...Keep listening...
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I liked this piece...The simplicity of the first line of all stanzas tells the story...The other three feed to the imagery. Great flow...Keep listening...
Comment Written 02-Sep-2005
Comment from Zenbud
In concert with the other poem . . . lonely, crying. Dark clouds . . . verse after my own heart. Well done, illustrating what free verse is about. Zen
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In concert with the other poem . . . lonely, crying. Dark clouds . . . verse after my own heart. Well done, illustrating what free verse is about. Zen
Comment Written 02-Sep-2005
Comment from Thomas Raine
I could really feel you sadness in this poem, among other emotions. This is a powerful piece that really connected with me.
- TR
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I could really feel you sadness in this poem, among other emotions. This is a powerful piece that really connected with me.
- TR
Comment Written 02-Sep-2005
Comment from Sandisan
A good poem. A little sad, but it rings true. The poem flows very well and it has a rythm. I especially like the part "lost memories tantalize the thought" I enjoyed reading it.
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A good poem. A little sad, but it rings true. The poem flows very well and it has a rythm. I especially like the part "lost memories tantalize the thought" I enjoyed reading it.
Comment Written 02-Sep-2005
Comment from dragonpoe
Nice imagery, I love the last two stanzas and the final declaration of solitude, lonliness, emptiness. I could feel it and share it while I read.
Enjoyed.
-dragonpoe
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Nice imagery, I love the last two stanzas and the final declaration of solitude, lonliness, emptiness. I could feel it and share it while I read.
Enjoyed.
-dragonpoe
Comment Written 01-Sep-2005
Comment from CarolinasAngel
To learn to love, is to learn to love ourselves first, then the rest will fall into place. Speaking to ourselves is a good thing. We listen, we care when no one else does.
A great poem. I wouldn't change a word!
:O) candy
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To learn to love, is to learn to love ourselves first, then the rest will fall into place. Speaking to ourselves is a good thing. We listen, we care when no one else does.
A great poem. I wouldn't change a word!
:O) candy
Comment Written 01-Sep-2005
Comment from Swagman
A poem about my life, lol. This is nothing short of excellent, I can relate all the way through. The emotion, the description, the sense of feeling lost within yourself - it's all there. To me this is a poem about depression - which it might not be - but I remember those dark nights, feeling so alone, losing my mind. Familiar, reflective, maybe even tragic . . . there's a lot this poem doesn't say but it says enough.
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A poem about my life, lol. This is nothing short of excellent, I can relate all the way through. The emotion, the description, the sense of feeling lost within yourself - it's all there. To me this is a poem about depression - which it might not be - but I remember those dark nights, feeling so alone, losing my mind. Familiar, reflective, maybe even tragic . . . there's a lot this poem doesn't say but it says enough.
Comment Written 01-Sep-2005
Comment from SylentNight
Very nice. Would I be correct in assuming the point of this poem is you are your own best friend? Just checking for clarification. Keep up the great work.
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Very nice. Would I be correct in assuming the point of this poem is you are your own best friend? Just checking for clarification. Keep up the great work.
Comment Written 01-Sep-2005
Comment from tamsteambash
the poems great but the last line of each stanza is long so I broke each last line
It's so quiet,
lost memories
tantalise the thought
of finding the smile
I have lost.
It's so cold,
quaking shivers
rumble like thunder
as the dark clouds
roll in.
It's so sad,
reflected here
is the outer shell
of a once joyous
and happy man.
It's much needed,
I don't know what
but I can tell you
whatever it is I
need it like air.
It's so lonely,
precious moments
spent in conversation
with the only
one who'll listen.
...me.
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the poems great but the last line of each stanza is long so I broke each last line
It's so quiet,
lost memories
tantalise the thought
of finding the smile
I have lost.
It's so cold,
quaking shivers
rumble like thunder
as the dark clouds
roll in.
It's so sad,
reflected here
is the outer shell
of a once joyous
and happy man.
It's much needed,
I don't know what
but I can tell you
whatever it is I
need it like air.
It's so lonely,
precious moments
spent in conversation
with the only
one who'll listen.
...me.
Comment Written 01-Sep-2005
Comment from Stragglin' Scott
Howdy from Canada Mister Grunty.
I liked your poem although I found it slightly unoriginal. I wish more people would take chances with stuff. OH well. I said my piece. Keep writing.
HIPPY
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reply by the author on 26-Jul-2010
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Howdy from Canada Mister Grunty.
I liked your poem although I found it slightly unoriginal. I wish more people would take chances with stuff. OH well. I said my piece. Keep writing.
HIPPY
This rating does not count towards story rating or author rank.
The highest and the lowest rating are not included in calculations.
Comment Written 01-Sep-2005
reply by the author on 26-Jul-2010
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LOL
