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I am deliriously happy
in my realistic wholesome dream
I lay in fields of poppies
and talk with the forget-me nots
Little Secrets whispered back and forth,
told me what your father did
and I giggled,
but was horrified inside by the thought...
but can you hold the tulip's hand
when she is feeling down?
Mother says it is too late
even for the sun.
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All stand for the precious rose
beauty in such silence.
Oh glorious rose,
teach me your poise,
vivid colors and such
You are of the utmost elegance
and I bow to you.
Green hand-like stems
so fragile run through my coarse hair
and I am filled with a nervous anticipation.
As the chrysanthemums sing
I am lost in their harmony,
swept away in baby's breath
and put to rest in a bed of ferns.
and now...
Here I lay
I watch
I guard
for hours upon hours
turned to days without end
But it is not these wings I want
If only I could live again
Eyelids closed
Engaged in strength
Nothingness
Sightless
Life into past tense
Ice cold, taste of dirt so dry
I can not breathe
yet I can taste the air
Blossoming from the earth
and drinking from a pool of rain
of which I share with the trees
I feel my soft petals
like a crown upon my head.
In my life time as a mortal
I was touched by a soul.
That of which is mine now,
My one solemn wish has been granted
I have been reborn
A rose
in my realistic wholesome dream
I lay in fields of poppies
and talk with the forget-me nots
Little Secrets whispered back and forth,
told me what your father did
and I giggled,
but was horrified inside by the thought...
but can you hold the tulip's hand
when she is feeling down?
Mother says it is too late
even for the sun.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
All stand for the precious rose
beauty in such silence.
Oh glorious rose,
teach me your poise,
vivid colors and such
You are of the utmost elegance
and I bow to you.
Green hand-like stems
so fragile run through my coarse hair
and I am filled with a nervous anticipation.
As the chrysanthemums sing
I am lost in their harmony,
swept away in baby's breath
and put to rest in a bed of ferns.
and now...
Here I lay
I watch
I guard
for hours upon hours
turned to days without end
But it is not these wings I want
If only I could live again
Eyelids closed
Engaged in strength
Nothingness
Sightless
Life into past tense
Ice cold, taste of dirt so dry
I can not breathe
yet I can taste the air
Blossoming from the earth
and drinking from a pool of rain
of which I share with the trees
I feel my soft petals
like a crown upon my head.
In my life time as a mortal
I was touched by a soul.
That of which is mine now,
My one solemn wish has been granted
I have been reborn
A rose
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Inexorable
Consumed by sin.
Devoured by t i m e.
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Little messages
Just when another lonely day, starts to bring me down,
I could be out shopping or just strolling around.
I think of you of course, as I always do.
My dearest love, I'm still missing you.
My sadness, it begins to show,
it is no use, the tears just flow.
Then your spirit seems to talk to me,
cos everywhere there's a message I see.
Messages on book covers, tell me" I should trust in me".
even on some bath salts, says "don´t worry be happy".
"Keep your chin up", "let your angel always be your guide".
It's then I know you're still there for me, always by my side.
The tears still flow, they always will
but now I know you are with me st
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unghosting
you feel more alive
this grim January
because you can breathe
your skin is your own
to delight and be light in
as soon as you leave
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Reborn was a poem I wrote many years ago.
I yearn to know what you think of it. Please leave a comment or feedback. Good or bad, I would appreciate any opinions.
Could you see where I was going with this before reading the last stanza?
Did I give too much away? or not enough?
Is this total crap?
Is this a nice representation of a true rebirth?
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Could you see where I was going with this before reading the last stanza?
Did I give too much away? or not enough?
Is this total crap?
Is this a nice representation of a true rebirth?
Let me know!
Proudly Featured here:
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It was a great poem. it had many metaphors that were perfectly vivid. it did describe the topic "REBIRTH", but at the same time tell a story with sadness, youth, and redemption. it like the formatting of it, especially where it went .
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The over all flow was pretty good too. again, I absolutely LOVED the metaphors. they were brilliant. Diction and vocabulary was also very nice. Most writers on here (including myself) don't use strong enough words in their poetry. I rarely see someone go through and put in better, more sophisticated words in their writings before publishing it. it showed that you put a lot of effort and hard work into this piece, and it definitely paid off.