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Comment 8 of 8, added on May 18th, 2005 at 9:56 PM.
I, on March 2, 2005, too wrote a poem called fear. I wrote the poem for my
7th Grade English class and every one that read it said it was great so ya.
I came across your poem searching for my poem on google. I alway thought it
would be cool to come up on google (that's how I am cause I'm 13 years
old). Any way I think since we are both poets (in the sence that we both
write poetry) I figured that I would share my poem with you. Any way here
it is.
Fear crawls into the room with envy and worry
Together they over come me, suffocate me, smother me
They dig my grave, condemn me with ever lasting hatered and spite
They eat me alive
Storm
Comment 7 of 8, added on January 30th, 2005 at 1:31 PM.
This poem is about the black hole, the one on the edge of which all of us
are force to walk. It makes humans drink, writers write, him, both to the
deepest length.
paolo from Italy
Comment 6 of 8, added on January 23rd, 2005 at 8:40 AM.
Honest and simple.Just the truth.That's what we'r maid of,that's what make
our life worthing.But it's amazing how our body can get uset to avery
thing.
chiara from United Kingdom
Comment 5 of 8, added on October 29th, 2004 at 10:58 PM.
this poem is very inspiring ...it really touched me ..
harley nyckole from United States
Comment 4 of 8, added on October 29th, 2004 at 11:48 AM.
I think that this poem relates to me alot. Cause I am afriad when people
want to bring up things from the past that I am not very happy about. Cause
I am afriad to take small chances that everybody take.
joel from United States
Comment 3 of 8, added on October 25th, 2004 at 3:34 PM.
Fear of commenting this masterpiece; wouldn't dare, master. (However, the
final sentence punched me in the face; Carver's greatness echoes here too
—and its loud).
Juan Hincapié from Colombia
Comment 2 of 8, added on September 23rd, 2004 at 11:00 AM.
I believe this poem is full of insight into the authors attempt to live
with the constant struggle of facing fear on a minute by minute basis every
single day. I found it's repetativeness to be enlightening and fearless and
to be the driving force of eash word that followed. I enjoyed it's "in your
face" approach with nothing hidden.
Karen M. Wagner from United States
Comment 1 of 8, added on September 20th, 2004 at 10:19 PM.
Ray Was my great uncle, I didn't know him well, for he died 16 days before
I was born. I believe that this poem, although repetitive, shows really
what he was thinking, anyone who has had to go though death, whether scared
or not, has got to have some kind of thought prosses on the subject. This,
I believe was his.
I love Ray's work, it is my insperation for my own poetry.
Brittni from United States
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I, on March 2, 2005, too wrote a poem called fear. I wrote the poem for my
7th Grade English class and every one that read it said it was great so ya.
I came across your poem searching for my poem on google. I alway thought it
would be cool to come up on google (that's how I am cause I'm 13 years
old). Any way I think since we are both poets (in the sence that we both
write poetry) I figured that I would share my poem with you. Any way here
it is.
Fear crawls into the room with envy and worry
Together they over come me, suffocate me, smother me
They dig my grave, condemn me with ever lasting hatered and spite
They eat me alive
Storm