They swarm the midnight grass and light up even the darkest field on earth. Hard to catch, that may be, but beautiful to look at as they seem. Each light, individually, jumps out as little bulbs of light, The little light of hope. The light that, while lighting up that large field, lights up your whole night, and makes the day you lived worth living. So beautiful just to stare in complete awe, wonder, happiness. like a flame in the night. No, that's not right. Like a candle in the dark. No, hardly that. What can they be, these magical creatures of the field. I watch their lights shine so brightly but it's over in a blink of an eye As their light finally burns out. But no need to worry, because many others join in to help light the field. And just as you'd hoped that firefly, that star comes back and lights up again, just like a star in the sky. Like stars in the field.
Each light,
individually,
jumps out as little bulbs of light,
The little light of hope.
The light that,
while lighting up that large field,
lights up your whole night,
and makes the day you lived
worth living.
So beautiful just to stare
in complete awe,
wonder,
happiness.
like a flame in the night.
... gosh ... that's just stunning poetry ... how amazingly beautifully written with such simplicity and magic ... you're not a poet ... you're a magician ... :) ... i spent my childhood in a place that had tea gardens ... and i cannot begin to tell you how beautiful those tea gardens looked under a starry blanket of fire flies ... you reminded me of my most enchanting and enthralling memories ever ... spectacular verse ... and a big, big thank you to Victoria for sharing this with me ... thank you so much ... :) ... 100/100 ...
When I was young before the city took all the country away with too much growth. The lighting bugs were everywhere. They could create a amazing site. I like this poem a lot. Took me back to good days when the nights were long and fun a possibility. A excellent poem.
Coyote
A very, very good way to characterize stars. You took a simple concept, that everyone can relate to, and put in into poetic form. You did an awesome job with the similies of this poem. I loved this.
Each light,
individually,
jumps out as little bulbs of light,
The little light of hope.
The light that,
while lighting up that large field,
lights up your whole night,
and makes the day you lived
worth living.
So beautiful just to stare
in complete awe,
wonder,
happiness.
like a flame in the night.
... gosh ... that's just stunning poetry ... how amazingly beautifully written with such simplicity and magic ... you're not a poet ... you're a magician ... :) ... i spent my childhood in a place that had tea gardens ... and i cannot begin to tell you how beautiful those tea gardens looked under a starry blanket of fire flies ... you reminded me of my most enchanting and enthralling memories ever ... spectacular verse ... and a big, big thank you to Victoria for sharing this with me ... thank you so much ... :) ... 100/100 ...
I love this idea of the firefly as stars, lighting up the field. We all need some sort of light that's not electricity to light our way and if it's not God, its something else....like...a firefly. Well portrayed. You did a very good job!!!!
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So these things are always hard to fill out but I suppose I'm going to try to describe me as best as possible.
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