Broken

Broken

A Poem by Natasha Leanne

In a way I am a toy,

Left alone and broken,

My heart, a silent mute,

Quiet and unspoken.

In some ways I feel different,

But in others feel the same,

My life was coming together,

And then along you came.

Now I am this person,

With too many regrets,

The guitar in the corner,

Broken strings and broken frets.

I use to feel like flying,

'Til you pulled off my wings,

I still feel like a puppet,

I cannot break the strings.

So in some ways you could say,

That I am but a toy,

Left alone and broken,

By an unforgotten boy.

 

© 2009 Natasha Leanne


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this incredible. its very subtle with a great message. i really liked this piece ^_^

Posted 13 Years Ago


beautiful. Emotion resounds through the whole of the poem. The rhyming works. I love how the poem ends and how it connects with the opening. I am thrown off by line 3. "Silent Mute." Silent is redundant. but instead of changing it, I would upgrade your simile to a metaphor. Instead of "is like a silent mute" try "my heart a silent mute" or even "my heart is a silent mute" but kick out the "like." Use less words to say more.

Posted 15 Years Ago


A heartfelt and bittersweet poem. I enjoyed reading this very much.

A critique, if you don't mind, though . . .

"I used to feel like flying,"

I would change "used" to "use".

Other than that, this poem SOARS and is truly a piece that is felt deep within the readers heart.








Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 13, 2008
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Natasha Leanne
Natasha Leanne

British Columbia, Canada



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I am a neurotic, dramatic, narcissistic, erotic, and a few other words that end in 'ic' but only after a bottle of dark rum and a night on the town. I believe if you were to describe me in one word it.. more..

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