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Bound not by shackles of this world
But of sacrifices by martyrs
A right many have lost
A gift some were given
To walk among the sunset
To live the dreams of this world
dare desire to silent my dreams
I too shall become a marthyr
Poem
by Ruagun
Bound not by shackles of this world
That's one of those automatic first lines.
But of sacrifices by martyrs
A too natural second line. Natural, but flat and a little clumsy.
A right many have lost
A gift some were given
More flat train of thought.
To walk among the sunset
To live the dreams of this world
It gets more flat as it goes. Walking among the sunset probably isn't saying more than it seems to be.
dare desire to silent my dreams
I too shall become a marthyr
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Bound not by shackles of this world What is not shackled? This is a very vague opener to a very vague poem. Not a bad concept though.. With some time and effort I think you could write something great that has the same general idea.
But of sacrifices by martyrs You might want to say 'by the sacrifices of martyrs', because as it stands it is slightly confusing and it doesn't flow too well.
A right many have lost What right is that? If you're referencing the sacrifice as a martyr thing. then how does one lose that right?
A gift some were given
To walk among the sunset
To live the dreams of this world
dare desire to silent my dreams - Silence? It feels like you need something to introduce this line. It seems to just kind of... Pop up on one, with no real explanation. It doesn't really serve much of a purpose either. You could fix it, I'm sure.
I too shall become a marthyr I feel like this is supposed to be martyr. This is a relatively weak finale, but it fits the rest of your poem. Try to spice things up a bit, experiment a little, throw some stuff in here or there in your poem and see where it leads.
I must concur, it seems a little flat.
I like what you were going for, I think, but only time will tell. Best of luck, and I'd love to read any revisions that you do.
Hello there, I found this poem somewhat difficult. Difficult to find its' rhythm. And as a result fairly unengaging, save one line. Assuming 'silence' was intended, I found "dare desire to silence my dream" haunting. I lingered in thought for some time over that line. That alone was worth the price of admission.