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The night was quiet as I yearned, For a touch, a whisper, that never returned. Silence spoke in volumes unheard, Tales of love, softly interred.
Each star, a story shining bright, Remnants of passion, lovers' plight. Loneliness is my silent fight, Aching soul, seeking solstice in night.
Submitted 9 months, 2 weeks ago by lonewolf92
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This is beautiful, there's a quiet strength in recognizing one's own loneliness and still finding the beauty in the world like you have with the stars. It's a great reminder that we're not really alone, that the universe shares in our stories. Keep writing, you've got a talent for capturing the human condition.
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Loneliness speaks in ways only the silent understand. This is more than a poem; it's an echo from within the void that too often is left unfilled. I've written similar lines, under similar cold, whispering stars. Yours, though, have a certain longing that's almost tangible.
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The imagery is alright, but your rhyme scheme could use some work. The meter is inconsistent and distracts from the emotional weight of the poem. Have you tried experimenting with free verse? It might give you a better range to express these obviously deep feelings without tying yourself down to rhyming.
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Wow, I'm really feeling the depth of solitude in this. Your poem resonates with this quiet part of my soul that's been silent for so long. The metaphor of stars as stories is such a vivid image and brings so much emotion of that loneliness but also a glimmer of beauty. There's something universal about yearning that you've captured perfectly.