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once, I wanted to touch the sky
I tried and tried but
all
I
could
grab
even though the trees told me no, I climbed
and climbed, gazing through their branches
like a child in spring amazed by the wonders
of nature, trying to touch the blue blue sky
as the desire overwhelmed me, I was floating
and didn't know where the wild wind took me,
time passed more quietly than any other day
my
d
o
w
n
f
a
l
l
came soon though unexpected
while the sky touched me, while I slipped
through its hands and was told goodbye, I
cried 'cause the sky didn't hold on, just let me
fade like a handful sunshine, falling tears
and the trees laughed at me - they knew,
I tried and tried but
all
I
could
grab
was a handful of faded sunshine, a whiff of
cloudy bitterness and some tears falling, falling
even though the trees told me no, I climbed
and climbed, gazing through their branches
like a child in spring amazed by the wonders
of nature, trying to touch the blue blue sky
as the desire overwhelmed me, I was floating
and didn't know where the wild wind took me,
time passed more quietly than any other day
my
d
o
w
n
f
a
l
l
came soon though unexpected
while the sky touched me, while I slipped
through its hands and was told goodbye, I
cried 'cause the sky didn't hold on, just let me
fade like a handful sunshine, falling tears
and the trees laughed at me - they knew,
they had known all along
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I think my soul is broken.
There was a heart that was whole and tears that would dry,
Those fingers would caress the flowers goodbye,
Come winter,
When the days they seemed so short,
And the nights, they seemed so long,
Now I'm wistfully thinking that we had been wrong.
There's something in the air, that I don't care for,
Choking me like the smoke from a cigarette,
Heavier so, that it weighs me down,
This epitome of darkness is too much to conceive,
But it strangles me and I am forced to believe.
Now the silence, it pushes its' way upon my ears,
Mingling in with my forgotten despair,
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out,
Ful
Literature
addicts
Or maybe it's true
and we're all insane.
Cutters addicted to lust
lovers addicted to pain.
Literature
Ink
Ink bleeds from my wounds
My razor my pen
I write these words
From which dead trees swaying in the wind
And rotting flower pedals that float in the breeze flow from
I bleed till my heart beats no more words
And my last words will be
Help me
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This poem is about a friendship I once had. It faded. Not gradually, but sudden and unexpected. At least, to me.
© c a p r i c o r d e s t i n
© c a p r i c o r d e s t i n
© 2011 - 2024 capricordestin
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Any reader of this poem will clearly see the story unfolding, and that's the poem's strongest point. With an easily graspable theme and imagery that appeals to just about anyone who has ever tried and failed or loved and lost, this poem is bound to hit a spot inside everyone. Now, I know you didn't request critiques simply to get heaped with praise, so let's jump right into my critique of the poem.
In this poem I feel like you traded off originality for impact, which is a conscious decision I too have made in many of my own poems. The more intricate metaphors become the deeper the reader has to dig and many lose interest. Reaching out toward the sky is a metaphor that isn't groundbreaking, but as I said, it's tangible, and I think you made a good choice to use it, although perhaps not the most original one.
I love your beginning stanza and your ending lines, but I feel like the poem loses steam in the middle. I think it's because you only truly give one image per stanza, especially in the "as the desire..." stanza. I don't feel like it adds a great deal to the poem. Perhaps if it was changed to be more visual (really describe what floating on the wind was like, as we've all never experienced it before) it would be a better lead up to the defining action of the story in the "while the sky..." stanza, a stanza that could also stand to be more powerful as it is the one in which the climax occurs.
All in all it's a lovely little poem, one that is impactful whether read or spoken aloud. I'll definitely be keeping my eye on any new things you write!