Rooftops

by KookieKatie

Published October 20, 2008

Standing on the rooftop, wanting to fall
Praying to God to end it all

Taking a step would seal her fate
Releasing her from a life of hate

Comments & reviews · 5
User avatar
Via
Review
Via wrote a review Review · Oct 22, 2008

Hi katie--


Although I get that you were attempting to be blunt and vague, that's fine. However, this this poem being four lines long about such a subject, the reader can't care about the subject. If a reader can't care about a subject, then they can't care for the poem.

Basically, there needs to be more to it. I think the first four lines are great, starts it off with a bang, but there needs to be several stanzas of follow-up. There days there are a thousand suicide poems in every two thousand total, and for one to succeed it needs to be strikingly different: a difference that can't be reached in four lines.

Good luck!

User avatar
Rodhead
Comment
Rodhead commented Comment · Oct 21, 2008

I don't like depressing poetry, you should be happy=]
There is alot more people out there who are worse off then you...(of course there is people that are better off as well....but you get my drift..?):D

User avatar
KookieKatie
Comment
KookieKatie commented Comment · Oct 21, 2008

I wasn't trying to be descriptive, I wanted it to be vague, sad, and blunt. Most of my other poems are the exact opposite, so I wanted to try a different direction. Thanks for your input, though.

User avatar
lilchoma
Review
lilchoma wrote a review Review · Oct 20, 2008

okay well im really sorry i have to say this...i hate giving my opinion when it isn't very encouraging...

but i have to say this poem isnt my favorite. im not totally against depressing poems, which this one is, but i like depressing poems when they are written very well and descriptively, and when they have something to say, a point to make about that depressing subject.

however, i found that this poem was just kind of stating a fact, and was not very descriptive. it was a tad short to be descriptive anyway.

so yea, i dont really know what you were trying to get across with this poem and stuff. but thats okay, i have written not so awsome poems too, so dont be discouraged.



I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good... then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness.
— Leo Tolstoy