In my world the sun seldom
shines through,
Clouds obscure thick, the sky in constant cry,
It is hard to make sense and live my life,
My wings are bound, I’m unable to fly,
The skies will breathe, the
sun exhale the light,
I’ll unclench my fists and grab hold of my days,
Break the shackles and take glorious flight,
To imbue my soul with heavenly rays,
Colours unraveling in front of
my eyes,
Painting pictures of the earth and the sky,
While I’m forced to drown in my solemn cries,
Watch the life beat, and the beauty arise,
I shall dabble my brush in the
well of life,
Adorn the horizons vivid with delight,
My gentle strokes will give birth coast to coast,
Spring nights of intrigue and days joyous bright,
I sit and contemplate as days
go by,
Life is a beautiful game, I ache to play,
Instead I observe and lavishly decay,
As once-in-a-lifetime moments slip away,
I will conquer what is
eternally mine,
My life, my belle, my ubiquitous flower,
Shade my future a masterpiece by design,
This paint stricken canvas is mine to devour.
It's a fine example of a poem based upon a metaphor, some of the stanza's feel surreal but I think that's what you're aiming for here, the feeling of change and insecurity in your metaphor for life.
Interesting take but the ending is strong as if ytou're willing yourself to take those first few stepr striving towards freedon.
I believe in feeling over form , the abstract that sings to the heart more loudly this has a superb flow, a march toward the horizon and the possibilites it beholds... life indeed is a beautiful game
this poem is a a beautiful exhibit in ascension of the human spirit~ masterful etchings in words and brilliant hues stroked with care to evoke a breathless link with the narrator~ truly dazzling~
Life is a beautiful game, I ache to play,
that was the best line in it it was good overall i just liked that one in particular.
but i liked it good write keep going :)
The poem is a scenario of truth - wonderfully executed.
"I shall dabble my brush in the well of life,
Adorn the horizons vivid with delight,
My gentle strokes will give birth coast to coast,
Spring nights of intrigue and days joyous bright," - this was my favorite part.
Gorgeous.
The poem is amazing. Life is game of chances and luck. We can be in the right place and sometime in the wrong place. lessons learn to make us wiser and appreciate the good times. Your poem is powerful and told a very good story.
A outstanding poem.
Coyote
I love how the 1st, 3rd, and 5th stanzas are bleak with the promise of nothing, while the 2nd, 4th, and 6th stanzas are replete with positive affirmations of overcoming. I think it's also wonderful how you incorporated the artist's canvas as a means of overcoming such obstacles, and the last stanza is fabulous. It's the penultimate expression of strength: "This paint stricken canvas is mine to devour." Amen and well done!
This is just an absolutely perfect write--great rhyme and meter-but
all of your descriptive imagery i just profoundly amazing...i love the way
you string such creative sentences together..and the shifting mood in
the verses is very clever...there seems to be the pensive feeling of
nature's being and our life's existentialism...Really-I Love This poem !!!
I really like the structure with the alternating life, no life it gives this a serious and somewhat desperate side but the thread of hope is obvious and takes the edge off. The writing is great as always and the last stanza is really good, although there are many great lines throughout. Sad that we write best about things we know about sometimes...but it does make for terrific emotional reality and terrific writing..nice job.
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