Nivitha Ann Paul Poet Free verse

The Last Night...

The night before...
Scared me
When i was in my bed
Something ruttled around me
Then suddenly i was waked up...
I heard noises outside my room...
I felt,they are the robbers outside my home
But i dont know why i couldn't wake from my bed...
Something pulled me back,may be my fright...
Then in the morning i realize it was something like a dream
But it was hard to recall
It came to my mind one by one,after
But the fright was just hidden in my mind

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Kacey Greenlee June 9, 2011 at 7:11 AM You write with a extremely nice vision.Very nice.Thanks for stopping and reading my work.Kacey

The Melody Sings February 19, 2010 at 11:09 AM I hate those dreams. i always have those happen

Jay Loveless February 19, 2010 at 10:52 AM Hmm, sometimes i wish my fright could keep me in bed; im afraid im far too curious for that. I like this though. Nice work. What ever was the noise? xoxo Rainbow

Sara Kendrick November 1, 2009 at 5:12 AM Scary write. Keep the pen flowing. Sara

K K Iloduba Jnr August 27, 2009 at 4:51 AM thank God for the morning! fright is what everyone of us habors all through life. vivid pix.good work.

L'Nass Shango April 6, 2009 at 8:24 AM The best thing to do always is to wake up, that is how I make my escapes all the while. Love.

Aleera De La Keur April 4, 2009 at 12:35 AM Excellent write, I loved it....Aleera

Anna-Marie Docherty April 4, 2009 at 12:30 AM There are some solid concepts behind your words, maybe try using a thesaurus or dictionary to avoid using the same words repeatedly, eg. 'but' it will give your reader more interest, and you a wider scope of language to play with. Your poem though and no offence intended, just a tip given me early on, I like to try to use it myself, it matures your writes quickly. Kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie.

Raul Moreno April 4, 2009 at 12:08 AM Welcome to poetry soup and thanks for your comment. I enjoye this poem, great use of imagery...Raul