Description: The lines in italics taken from a song by Depech Mode.
I haven’t written poem for quite some time. I feel like I don’t know how to do it. This is quite personal poem, because today is one of those hard days...
Any way, tell me what you think, all comments are welcomed.
The unworthy poem -------------------------------------------
Although the prettiest in your eye
it wasn’t the reflection of myself that I loved in you
but all contradictions that you reconciled
called it life and put it on pedestal.
And no matter how scattered your worldly existence is
in my mind you stand monolith
like pale light of moon covering this tear land
raising the tides of grief
in this despairing sky stay as you are
the darkest star, shining for me
majestically.
It was good, not one of your best, but still very good. I think that you started off good, and lose it towards the end though. Great imagery and a steady flow. I liked the sad feel of this. I can tell that the person is keeping a singular view of this love lost. Nice work.
You love the subject not out of their perception of you as being pretty but in their ability to make the best of a fractured existence of contradictions and make things work. This poem made me thiunk about me. Hopefully I can find someone who will see that I have a happy contradiction to my darkside. So yeah, the reflection of myself in this makes me happy. HA. paradox. For me. ...Hopefully someone will see the contradiction and make light of it.
You love the subject not out of their perception of you as being pretty but in their ability to make the best of a fractured existence of contradictions and make things work. This poem made me thiunk about me. Hopefully I can find someone who will see that I have a happy contradiction to my darkside. So yeah, the reflection of myself in this makes me happy. HA. paradox. For me. ...Hopefully someone will see the contradiction and make light of it.
You love the subject not out of their perception of you as being pretty but in their ability to make the best of a fractured existence of contradictions and make things work. This poem made me thiunk about me. Hopefully I can find someone who will see that I have a happy contradiction to my darkside. So yeah, the reflection of myself in this makes me happy. HA. paradox. For me. ...Hopefully someone will see the contradiction and make light of it.
Submission Name: The unworthy poem
