Writingpoetry

[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

dotsdots
nav
  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav



    nav
  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav



    << | >>
    poetry


    dots Submission Name: Fast Lanedots
    --------------------------------------------------------





    Author: wewak11
    Elite Ratio:    3.8 - 3436/3630/329
    Words: 206
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 1709
    Average Vote:    5.0000
    Bytes: 1859



    Description:
       Half a lifetime...passes so quickly...don't waste it!


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsFast Lanedots
    -------------------------------------------


    Bus stop waiting
    Noises grating
    Traffic fuming, speeding, zooming
    Morning glory
    Same old story
    Breathe pollution, no solution.

    Work till sighing
    Prospects dying
    Constant dreaming, stifled screaming
    Deftly masking
    Multi-tasking
    Air-conditioned, walls partitioned.

    Workplace lovers
    Under covers
    Text transmission, heart's decision
    Salivating
    Store room mating
    True devotion earns promotion.

    Saint or sinner?
    T.V. dinner
    Shower, combing, disco roaming
    Dancing, chatting
    Sweet Tom Catting
    Young first timer, social climber.

    Joking, drinking
    Glasses clinking
    Elbows touch when fingers clutch then
    Fumble, frantic
    Unromantic
    Back seat sweating, rules forgetting.

    Tearful waving,
    Notch engraving
    Soundly sleeping, while she's weeping
    Office sorrow
    On the morrow
    Sexy boasting, workmates roasting.

    Soon detecting
    Child expecting
    Love you too-ing, loud I Do-ing
    Newly wedded
    Level headed
    Budget planning, night life banning.

    Late night meeting
    Playful cheating
    New seeds sowing, children growing
    Come home dizzy
    Much too busy
    Been out drinking, slanted thinking.

    Wife is crying
    Bodies lying
    Paramedics, anesthetics
    Down the wrong track
    Kids were on crack
    Never noticed, nothing focused.

    Sit and ponder
    Think then wonder
    Wrinkled tears flow, how the years go
    All was wasted
    Cut and pasted
    Trigger, pull it - kiss the bullet.









    Submitted on 2006-06-01 23:30:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!




    ||| Comments |||
      We can get soo wrapped up and lost in the rat race.

    This is a fast moving, edge of your seat piece. The use of a rhyme every four syllables should have made this choppy and hard to follow, but the rhythm is so catchy that you find youself reading faster and faster, until your brain tells you to slow down and read it, not just fly past the words to find out how it ends. (I read the end of scary books first- but only once in a while.LOL)

    I know you hate repetition and trying to offer a suggestion on word choice is stumping me, but I wondered if you changes the first 'then' in this piece to 'when' it keeps the rhythm, and you're not repeating. (A hugely minor nit-pick...)

    "Joking, drinking
    Glasses clinking
    Elbows touch when fingers clutch then
    Fumble, frantic
    Unromantic
    Back seat sweating, rules forgetting.

    And I stumbled and fell on my face with Doing. Maybe a small bit of punctuation???

    Soon detecting
    Child expecting
    Love you too-ing, loud "I Do"-ing
    Newly wedded
    Level headed
    Budget planning, night life banning.

    (Wait, I don't know if I like that either.

    I wish I could think clearer...)

    Oh well, I liked this piece a lot!

    Am Happy,

    Chell
    | Posted on 2006-06-02 00:00:00 | by Chell | [ Reply to This ]
      Ohh Graeme, you make me want to howl. Like a freight train, getting loaded, then railroaded- like life tells us what we need before
    we listen or think.

    I saw on word I think you could omit and it won't change a thing,
    just bring the meaning into present tense..

    Kids on crack [were]
    never noticed, nothing focused,

    And that is the only thing I see. A great write and somewhat of
    a tribute to the scared feminine in my mind.
    Thanks for sharing,

    Nan
    | Posted on 2006-06-02 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      let's see. the moral of this story is not to fool around at work? it was very entertaining and I'm not sure how you got all that information into all those perfect rhymes, but it was very neat. sad story though. glad it's not mine!
    | Posted on 2006-06-02 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ]
      to say that i really enjoyed reading this would be an understatement. this is publishable material (is publishable even a word?). anyhoo, yea... great poem. i love the progression. the ending came by as a shocker which makes it all the more appealing. your word choice was meticulous, your rhyming pattern appropriate, your message thought provoking and valuable. at first glance i didnt see anything that needed immediate correction. overall an excellent piece.
    ~cynthia
    | Posted on 2006-06-02 00:00:00 | by Sacred Sindy | [ Reply to This ]
      That was one awesome ride....I loved so much about this poem. It was creative in every sense of the word. It was deep but not overtly or pompous! It was fast paced and from the first line i heard its raw rhythm in my head and we were off. The rhyming was first class and very intricate showing displaying how carefully placed each word was. This is a poem I can read over and over again and never get bored with. Thanks for posting it.
    ~Alexander Blue
    | Posted on 2006-06-02 00:00:00 | by Alexander Blue | [ Reply to This ]
      WOW. YOUR STYLE IS INCREDIBLE! I LOVED EVERY VERSE, I WAS LIKE READING AND TRYING TO GO FASTER JUST SO THAT I COULD READ WHAT YOU HAD WROTE NEXT! IT WAS LIKE EXHILARATING AND TRUE, OH SO TRUE. I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT MY POETRY WILL COME ACROSS AS SOLIDLY AND SOUNDLY AS YOURS. IM ADDING YOU TO MY FAVORITES. GREAT JOB.
    CAROL
    | Posted on 2006-08-25 00:00:00 | by carolspencer707 | [ Reply to This ]
      what a ride, Graeme! i'm dizzy...
    this is so good and is packed with dark images of the kinds of mistakes we make in our life.. unfortunately, i could relate to a few of them..
    i read it like that scene in Willie Wonka where they go through that tunnel and Gene Wilder goes off with the weirdest monologue, and it gets faster and faster. check it out if you haven't already seen it, and you'll know what i'm talkin' about.

    good work here. you're just churnin' them out, aren't you? i've read your seven deadlies series, and they're a riot! keep writin', we need you!

    love,
    ~Cat
    | Posted on 2006-06-03 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      How true is this? Very true indeed! This is such a well crafted poem from start to finish and I really enjoyed reading this. From the title to every word of this, the momentum just kept getting faster and faster and the significance of the words grew and grew with each line. You have told such a sad yet real story here that I am sure lots of people can fit right into. Life is such a precious gift and even when you are young you cant be sure how much time you have to live, to enjoy life, to make the right decisions. And what is worse is people who live long lives, wind up elderly and full of sadness and regret over a lifetime of decisions that they can never fix. Live each and every day to the fullest, but also live wisely. The fast lane might be an exciting ride, but ultimately the price is high. I prefer a more leisurely stroll myself. This is an excellent poem. Nothing to criticize here. Great stuff! Take care.

    Lorna
    | Posted on 2006-06-02 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]


    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?



    105656

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

    Limbo written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Bam written by Daniel Barlow
    Watch them Die written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Wasps written by Wolfwatching
    You Make Me speechless written by elephantasia
    It's been a while written by Sharati_hottie
    Commencement written by Ramneet
    The Last to Walk the Earth written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Legends written by poetotoe
    Skulls Beyond the Palisade written by HisNameIsNoMore
    In the Mouth of Elysium written by HisNameIsNoMore
    To the King written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Dirge of Nostalgia written by HisNameIsNoMore
    In the end written by Janesaddiction
    untitled written by Chelebel
    Date night written by expiring_touch
    Convergence written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Genesis written by saartha
    Stretto written by saartha
    Faith In Line written by MyPeriodical
    Love Can Be... written by HAVENSMITH92
    Summer Nights written by ollie_wicked
    Hollow Points written by RequiemOfDreams
    Blood to Plowshares written by HisNameIsNoMore
    ME written by jjd
    Incubus written by monad
    Lunch written by HisNameIsNoMore
    I'm here written by BloodtornAngel
    Fathoms of the Lullaby Sea written by HisNameIsNoMore
    In My Head written by faideddarkness

    Google
     


    poetry

    dotsLogindots

    User Name:

    Password:

    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]


    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems
    Posted

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]



    FontSize:
    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]
     Poetry