turquoisia
Oct 11, 2011
Poetry / Down the canal in "Venice" - Poem. [4]
Hello readers!
This is quite new for me; posting my writing and poetry online, but I think that this is a great advance for contribution from not only the people around you but also from people all over the world, from different countries and cultures. Anyway, this is my poem, "Venice":
Venice
Her eyes were glittery,
Dazzling as diamonds,
Reflecting the dark river,
That rolled in waves
Down the canal.
Her dark hair,
It was as fine
As the elegant velvet
Of elaborate ballgowns,
Swept to and fro,
Amongst the warm liveliness,
Of the Balls.
Her cherry lips,
A delicate flower,
With crimson petals,
Curled invitingly,
Dangerously, alluringly.
Beckoning.
She was lithe,
So pale and fragile,
Wrapped in a breeze of blood hues,
Yet standing tall,
With head held high.
So, the feedback I'm hoping for is constructive criticism, such as suggestions to replace words that for example, may not be as descriptive. Also, advice on how I structure my poem will be greatly appreciated. I'm happy to read comments about what you think of my poem too! :) And yes, this poem was written to describe the city of Venice in Italy. Personally, I have not been there myself, but if there are any suggestions about Venice and icons in Venice or important monuments and buildings that I should include, I am really happy to hear about those.
Thanks!
S.D.
Hello readers!
This is quite new for me; posting my writing and poetry online, but I think that this is a great advance for contribution from not only the people around you but also from people all over the world, from different countries and cultures. Anyway, this is my poem, "Venice":
Venice
Her eyes were glittery,
Dazzling as diamonds,
Reflecting the dark river,
That rolled in waves
Down the canal.
Her dark hair,
It was as fine
As the elegant velvet
Of elaborate ballgowns,
Swept to and fro,
Amongst the warm liveliness,
Of the Balls.
Her cherry lips,
A delicate flower,
With crimson petals,
Curled invitingly,
Dangerously, alluringly.
Beckoning.
She was lithe,
So pale and fragile,
Wrapped in a breeze of blood hues,
Yet standing tall,
With head held high.
So, the feedback I'm hoping for is constructive criticism, such as suggestions to replace words that for example, may not be as descriptive. Also, advice on how I structure my poem will be greatly appreciated. I'm happy to read comments about what you think of my poem too! :) And yes, this poem was written to describe the city of Venice in Italy. Personally, I have not been there myself, but if there are any suggestions about Venice and icons in Venice or important monuments and buildings that I should include, I am really happy to hear about those.
Thanks!
S.D.