Hey guys, my writing teacher is having me write an honest poem. Could you help me fix it or switch stanzas around? Thanks so much! I was born on October 24,
negligence a couple hundred years ago, killing one was abnormality. now, people are attacking, starting wars without mutuality. innocent children are dying,
Since then, several Zoners have been having a great old time turning out witty, usually rhyming pieces in this form. This poem is not a quadrisept, just sticks to four-syllable lines. It is actually based on the story of Samson and Delilah, giving a somewhat different slant to the account in the book of Judges.
You paint a detailed picture here, spiteful and gloomy, in a very compelling form, showing of great rhyming skills bouncing up and down the rythmic flow of a ranting old man... My mind's intrigued, my ears are pleased and I'm impressed (bordering soon-to-be-addicted). I will have to read this again.
