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Portrait Soul - (valor Ft. Fathom This)
Valor =Italics
Fathom This = Normal Portrait Soul An emotional argument a child at war who has fallen harder then ever before. A lonely soul who's heart is torn growing up cold while left to mourn. As sad as it sounds the youth is fading deamons releasing rounds while siblings were playing. At the end of the day another family grieved horrified of the way the generation sees or believe. Blue Inquiry of Sorrow , bestowed upon me. Incapable of happiness, Always seem lonely. Red Filled with fury, anger overcomes thee. Becoming very Unstable, Mentally and Emotionally. Gray Insecure and certifiable, demons lurk inside. Voices preaching evil, Tainted to obide. Gold Living in infamy, defeat all fears. Know no agony, shed joy's tears. |
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Feed guys... Lets go.
No sleepin on this ish |
as usual, inactive poetry forum. anyways.
Very nice. First part. Rhymed very well, and kept it smooth and fluent. Vocabulary wasn't too drastic at all, but did very well without it. Second part. I liked the color idea, It was good, but kept level and idnt really elevate or fall anywhere. A smooth and emotional poem. very nice work guys. |
thank you.
I'll be feeding some poems later on. I have to go home from work. |
I thought this was dope.
As sad as it sounds the youth is fading deamons releasing rounds while siblings were playing. ^^ This part put a dope image in my head, of someone like a demon firing shots upon small children. It fitted the topic perfectly. Also i like the way you added the colors. It seperated each feeling, which i felt you did very nicely. I also i like your rhyme scheme, mostly being ABAB. This added a nice flow to the poem which again, made it a good read. Nice Job. Keep It up. |
thanks upp upp.
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