A Whrillwind Poem by Fatima Obaid
A Whrillwind
It was a dark and cold night
When me and Sara woke at night
In search of windmill
With a great whirlwind
Started car, Sara drove the car
Starling starts moving round our car
We speedup the race
And went in grace
Stop as wind stops
and We went on crops
Farmer's s son was finished
He was crying like a lion
We were staring at entire scene
We kept silent at that
It makes our memories grill
It was just near the windmill
What a lively dream you have put in words! If you don't mind I 'd suggest to use full words instead of the only letters that we use in text messages. It will give your poems more beauty.
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4/23/2024 3:42:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have established some promising verse here...This piece is really more prosaic than it is poetry, although one could consider it Contemporary Free-Verse which'IS' a form/style of modern poetry. That said, the work is very choppy, and absent of necessary prepositions that would have enabled the piece to flow smoothly...Read it out loud to yourself, and I think you will see what I mean...The piece has potential as do you as a writer...Good Luck, Fatima. ~FjR-'16~