Do you like my poem 'The Rising'?

Question:I filled my pen with tears and blood
and poured out my pain,but
they called me a liar
I sang aloud my agony,and
wept alone my ecstasy,but
They called me insane.
I stood alone in the cold rain,
Lost in thought
My head filled with strange pictures
They called me a dreamer.
I refused to succumb to their sordid fancies,and
held my head high,proud and dignified
They called me a rebel.

They pelted me with stones
and called me a liar.
"Kill her", they shrieked, "she calls herself a poet".
They trampled me underfoot
and tore away my clothes.
I wandered aimlessly through the dark, filthy streets.
But even in those dark, cold nights,
I kept the warm glow of creativity
alive and sparking in me.
I nurtured that warmth till it flourished to
a reddish golden fire,
and like a phoenix i rose up from the ashes,
With golden plumes and red crest
mocking all those who sneered at me,
I spread my lustrous wings,
Soaring in the blue sky,
Free and strong,to conquer new hieghts

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: I filled my pen with tears and blood
and poured out my pain,but
they called me a liar
I sang aloud my agony,and
wept alone my ecstasy,but
They called me insane.
I stood alone in the cold rain,
Lost in thought
My head filled with strange pictures
They called me a dreamer.
I refused to succumb to their sordid fancies,and
held my head high,proud and dignified
They called me a rebel.

They pelted me with stones
and called me a liar.
"Kill her", they shrieked, "she calls herself a poet".
They trampled me underfoot
and tore away my clothes.
I wandered aimlessly through the dark, filthy streets.
But even in those dark, cold nights,
I kept the warm glow of creativity
alive and sparking in me.
I nurtured that warmth till it flourished to
a reddish golden fire,
and like a phoenix i rose up from the ashes,
With golden plumes and red crest
mocking all those who sneered at me,
I spread my lustrous wings,
Soaring in the blue sky,
Free and strong,to conquer new hieghts

I'd have to agree with Emran. It is a wonderful poem with concrete language drawing vivid images, but a third person perspective would make it more believable and universal.
Keep your audience in mind. The speaker (In the poem) doesn't have to come off as being the author of the work. The first person leaves little room for the readers imagination. If you were to use "she" the reader could visualize anybody they wanted as the speaker, while at the same time making the connection that you wrote it.
I hope that makes sense.
Either way, it's a wonderful poem, but if you want it to be more universal -- go third person.

beautiful!!!!! you have a lot of talent and creativity

beooo...oootiful

Very well written, love the metaphors. Just do some revision, especially the spelling.

beautiful!!!!! you have a lot of talent and creativity

A wonderfully written poem. It litterally pulls the reader into the story. May I suggest to replace 'I' with 'she', it would sound even better I think.

The poem's fantastic. Though sometimes despite your triumphant sense of, funny enough, triumph, you shoot feet. When you say: With golden plumes and red crest, mocking all those who sneered at me, I spread my lustrous wings, soaring in the blue sky, free and strong to conquer new heights, you should have tried enough that it sounds more frisky, maybe:

With golden plumes and red crest,
I mock so the sneers of those bastards,
as free and strong,
I soar my lustrous wings in blue Sky,
and new heights.

Then, so that I endeavor to score some, maybe:

They pelted me and called me liar,
trampled underfoot and raped,
I wondered aimlessly through dark, filthy streets.

Even then, those dark nights, cold,
I kept warm, the creativity spark,
alive in me, nurtured and fanned so,
that I, engulfed in fire like the Phoenix,
a reddish golden furnace flaming, rise,
reincarnate of my ash.

With golden plumes and red crest,
I mock so the sneers of those bastards,
as free and strong,
I soar my lustrous wings in blue Sky,
and new heights.

Think it's a 10?!~ L!

I like it, I could see it. I could feel it. I really need to get you that second piece. Keep writing.

You are a poet. Very well done in my opinion.

I really liked the build up in the first stanza, great lines and flow,but thought you perhaps melodramatic in the second. But that could be me. This has potential.