Looking Up. (July 15,1999 / Barinas)
Poems by Looking Up. : 4 / 63
An Empty Soul
I awaited in darkness sorrowing, it was passing by and I was following,
Why are you afraid of me-Why are you worrying? , just keep it coming.
Intidimation of broken wings, empty winds, the frustration of swings,
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Great poem. Keep wrighting and posting.
This is a well constructed piece of poetry/prose. I think you could be great at writing prose. More like story form. For one at (13) years old, this is a fabulous talented writer. Continue on with your writing dear friend. Someday in the not too distant future you will be a well known poetess. my dear.
loved your poems very tallented. remember your poems are personal thoughts that u allow us to read. thank you i think your very good
I'd highly rate 'Empty Soul' as a poem but I'd be much more optimistic myself about being enriched spiritually by embarking on self discovery.
Good structure and form and a sustained piece of writing with some well constructed language, well done.
Great writing from one so young (only 13) with a clever use of words, unexpectedly used at times. Very constructive
I love love this poem! ! ! you did such a good job :) you are very talented keep writing! .
A well thought out and constructed poem. Great expression - 'an empty mine as a goal'.
You can write like this at thirteen? The rest of us should be very worried. I am going to add you to 'my friends' so that I may find you quickly, I am writing tonight but I will be back soon.
Tears in eyes, grieving mind and soul
Penning simople words from his heart
Little he knows, The best of us in whole
By looking up, I see him as God's own art