War is like a debate with two sides,
Arguing in the form of blood,
Red like the lava from a volcano, deadly and painful,
With the roar of massive tanks, like a lion roaring at it's prey,
And with the screams and cries of the dying, what a sorrow sight it is,
Although war can be catastrophic,
Emerging from it could compensate
With new ideas and new designs.
Hello, I am looking for some critiques about this poem as well as some tips. I would also love to hear some interpretations (if any). Keep in mind that I am young and just beginning poetry so any help or suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
Life is like a highway, you never know where it is going to take you,
With multiple ways to get to your destination like different exits on the highway,
And plenty of choices and challenges,
Comes new opportunities and outcomes,
Some good and some bad,
You never know the full consequence
Until you have taken it too far
I am looking for some critiques on this poem... Also looking for some interpretations of it. Tell me what you think of it and keep in mind that I am young and not good at writing poems. Any tips would be greatly appreciated.
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