Famous

My deeds means nothing
My actions are dust
Not taken into account
My form unnoticed
The lives touched
The influences
None care to give heed
Giving my flesh
Writing with my blood
So that when the day comes
My words
My life
After I'm gone
Will shine
My memory
Shall be as my life
Famous

Reviews

[JRB]

different

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. Being famous never been my goal. I believe we need to leave something good when we leave this world. Memories of kindness and love are permanents marks not forgotten. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[joshua deathdealer]

This is a great write. I really enjoyed it. Well done.

[Aarontastic]

This is a really laconic poem, especially towards the ending when the lines are nearly all two words or less. That gives them a lot of 'punch' compared to the first half of the poem, and using 'life' at the end of two of the lines gives it some unity that sort of ties it together when you read it.

It's interesting and provocative, because it isn't easy to figure out exactly what you were writing about: I felt like it could either be an actually famous person meditating about his life, or a person who isn't famous who is either trying to become that way, or using it as a metaphor for something. So clearly, I'm kind of confused @.@ The mystique works with this poem, but I can't help but wish you would have posted some kind of commentary on it so I could know for sure =p

Look forward to reading more of your stuff =]

[stars are far]

amazing piece :)
enjoyed reading it :))

[Carrion.]

deep meaning. it shows that while your alive your thinking your actions are just invisible, but by the time you die your gonna do something people will remeber you by.
Great write:D

[Sakib]

Beautifully written. I liked the flow of the poem. It's an enjoyable read. Great job.

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glorious poetry
without a doubt
poignant and profound