The Walls (poem) by Lori L Moore on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 11, 2004

WHOW! Brilliant write!
That one hits a little too
close to home for me! Nice poem though.
A contender for the prize in my opinion!

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on April 7, 2004

Um....Outstanding

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 6, 2004

Sad profound write Lori!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Bianca Boonstra (Reader)

Reviewed on April 6, 2004

Sad write.

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

This is so sad Lori....very creative
and real life poetry...I feel all your
poems..they all touch me...great writing
here..floria

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

You brought down 'the walls' with this finely-penned prose!

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

that once pretended to be a home.
your creativity is fabulous
Loria

Reviewed by Sandra Corona

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Whoa! Heavy and hitting a home-run! Too bad it's true in too many instances.
Thanks for your reviews too.
:)Sandy

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

A profound poem, Lori, and well done.

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Lori, such sad deepened emotions. I once heard that it's good that walls can't talk. I happen to believe they do...very loudly most of the time.
You've captured in words what most can't even imagine, and done it exquisitely. Lisa

Reviewed by * Twilah (Reader)

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Lori, this is so much like a poem I wrote, called "Walls". I must post it here so you can see. Such a meaningful poem, and written so well.

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Sad, but excellent emotional write.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Lori, loved your poem. It stirs many deep emotions.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Hello Lori, tough but very good talent. enjoyed reading this. Kind of reminds me of my walls. Of course I remember when I didn't have any walls. Now I have walls and I decorate to my taste what goes onin them. I try to decorate my soul with positivity to counteract the outside effect has on it. The outside world will always try to mess up our souls decoration. l&p G

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

You have expressed these sad sentiments with such a fitting style, Lori - the cool blankness of barren walls, like bones that are dead and picked clean. Walls can also be the silent observers of happier times of life and truth as well as the bad times when that truth becomes tired and warped, leading to desolation and disruption. A sensitive and feeling write, well done! KB

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Pain is good sometimes, otherwise how would we know what Joy is.

Reviewed by Judith Pleasant

Reviewed on April 5, 2004

Lori,
This poem holds such pain, that I have seen in many people I have met.
I hope your walls are covered with beautiful paper again and your home is as lovely as your hidden heart seems.
Blessings,
Judith

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 4, 2004

Lori, you write with such depth you always
stir my deepest emotions! Superb poetry!

Reviewed by Sheila Jones (Reader)

Reviewed on April 4, 2004

Lori,
Your words are very moving and heartfelt...

"The walls are barren, as they wait for another lie
to decorate their soul."

This is so sad, yet so beautifully composed!

Love, Sheila