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I found the poem I'd been looking for! This one is kind of old; I wrote it when I was 12 and feeling immensely betrayed by a group of people who I thought were my friends. That being said, it's probably not as good as I could write now, but I still like it. =]

 

I'm climbing trees that have no branches

Chopping wood without an axe

I turn to them for second chances

I turn, and all I see are backs

 

I'm up a creek without a paddle

I am scared but cannot scream

While I fight a losing battle

They join the opposing team

 

They give no reassuring hand

To save me from my deepest fears

Instead of pulling me to land

They leave me drowning in my tears

 

They said that they'd stay through the fires

They said the usual "to the end"s

But now I see they're only liars

How could they call themselves my friends?

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Ouch! Livvy, did you snatch a page from one of my middle-school journals??? Seriously, though, this is really good. You have a nice way with imagery-- I especially like the phrase "I turn and all I see is backs" Nicely done, hon.

 

P.S. Sad to say, betrayal never does hurt any less; we just learn to pretend otherwise.

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Very nice poem. It's sad though. Do you mind if I make some suggestions though? I think in some parts you can change the words a little to make it flow more and have a better rhythm, at least it sounds better to me when I read it in my head.

 

I'm climbing trees that have no branches

Chopping wood without an axe

I turn to them for second chances

And all I see are backs

 

I'm up a creek without a paddle

I'm scared but cannot scream

While I fight a losing battle

They join the opposing team

They gave me no reassuring hand

To save me from my deepest fears

Instead of pulling me to land

They leave me drowning in my tears

 

They said that they'd stay through the fires

They said the usual "to the end"s

But now I see they're only liars

How could they call themselves my friends?

 

The things I changed are in red. I just eliminated/added a couple syllables to make it what I thought has a better rhythm and flows better. But I'm not a poet, so I can be wrong.

 

Fantastic use of imagery though. "I'm up a creek without a paddle." "I'm climbing trees that have no branches." "They leave me drowning in my tears." They're genius.

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@Sky: Thanks! Actually, I think I snagged a page from everyone's middle school journal. That's why I still like it. It can mean something to everyone.

 

@Unstream: I understand what you're saying, but it's written the way it is because of the rhythm. It needed the extra/lacking syllables.

Oh, thanks! Someone told me that it used too many cliches; I'm glad you thought it was good! ^_^

 

~ Livvy

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*sigh* Stinks how we can't read it aloud on the Internet. There's only so much typed words can do. I liked reading it aloud though. And maybe I could have shown you what I meant. But oh well.

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Wow - it's been a while since I've seen poetry as good as yours. :thumbsup: You've got some excellently used imagery (and I don't mean that in the photographical sense :P ).

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