Nice poems. If i had the time, I'd review them all but I'll do the first one.
Let me tell you a story
A story of two hearts entwined
This story is of love unmeasured
And tragedy at the same time
She was a Tesco store clerk
A clerk with long brown hair
And when she saw for the first time: saw what for the first time?
Her blue eyes looked over there: Where?
There was a Tesco cashier
A cashier with brown eyes
Their chocolate depth did sparkle: favorite line, but 'their'?
As he looked back with surprise:
Then the couple’s eyes met;
Met with love at first sight
Then the cashier plucked up the courage
To ask the clerk out that night
The two dined at a bistro
A bistro suave and new
The cashier ordered pasta
The clerk asked for beef stew: this sounds kinda cheesy but its cute :D
The duo talked all evening
For hours numbered five: I didn't understand this line
They drank and talked and talked some more: how about they drank and talked with *insert adjective*
Their fledgling romance was alive
Fast forward seven months
The cashier giddy with love
He asked the clerk to marry
The stars watching above
The vicar was all ready
The vows waiting to be sworn
The clerk was in her bright white dress
In golden braid adorned
Waiting in the chapel
The cashier, handsome and smart
Awaited his truly beloved
Of whose life he wanted to be a part: I didn't understand this line
The service went ahead
The two’s fingers crossed with gold
They kissed in newfound joy
And went forth in marriage, bold
The couple stayed to work in Tesco
Remaining with their friends
Helping out the customers
Noting product trends
Until one rainy, cloudy day
A bedraggled man stormed in
He pulled out a gun and seized a girl: just a random girl or the Tesco girl? just 'a girl' doesn't explain enough
Pressing it under the store clerk’s chin
The shocked cashier ran forward
Trying his love to retrieve
The gunman wanted none of it
The gun coughed out life’s reprieve
The bullet hit the cashier
Blasted into his chest
The gunman stole all what he could
While the clerk began her quest
Tears streamed down the poor clerk’s face
Trying to save her love
Her efforts were to no avail
As she cursed the gods above
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The cashier buried down low
The clerk standing by the graveside
Her heart torn with sorrow
Otherwise, it was an excellent poem. The name you chose for it, I don't think 'Ballad' fits it. Ballad is more like a song, but the name is awesome. This poem made me really think, as I do believe in love as first sight.
Keep up the good work ;)
Believe in yourself. xD
I don't like Pink. I just had to pick a color and I hated the other ones.
Black, Green, Blue, Magenta, Violet, Purple, Yellow, Red, Orange.
Partially the colors of the rainbow.